A splendid shot of our beloved Shashi.
You can measure the Golden Age of Masala's rise and fall using two yardsticks:
1. The length of Shashi Kapoor's hair.
2. The girth of Shashi Kapoor's stomach.
As the hair gets longer and the physique gets svelter, you can rest assured that you are striking gold. But if you're starting to notice Shashi's wobbly lovehandles or wibbly jowls, and his hair's all short and tame, then it's likely that you've hit something post-1978 and the genre is in decline. Woe unto you.
In 1982's Sawaal (The Question), Shashi is lookin' old and he's lookin' tired. Like Namak Halaal, released the same year, Sawaal is an attempt at one last wheezy huzzah before the beautiful masalaness of 1970s Bollywood fully expired. Goodbye, beautiful decade! Sawaal, however, has none of Namak Halaal's self-referential good humor. Instead, it is lugubrious, almost dirge-like, inevitably provoking in the seasoned masala veteran a sharp nostalgia for the days of yore.
It is practically a rehash of Trishul, made five years earlier, except one key component - Amitabh Bachchan and his angry young man alter ego - is conspicuously missing. Another component which is missing is Shashi's usual joie de vivre. This is a problem. With one notable exception, overly serious Shashi Kapoor roles either fall really flat or fall outside of Bollywood altogether. It's not that he's incapable of projecting depth. It's just that there was always a healthy dose of optimism to balance things out. Even when faced with moral tangles on the job or rendered temporarily blind, Shashi always came out smiling (well, eventually). Yet in Sawaal, even his rare smiles seem strained.
Randhir alternates between channeling his younger brother Rishi and channeling his father Raj.
The most bad-ass scene.
OK, OK, the plot: straight-laced cop, Ravi Malhotra (the Shash), tracks smugglers during weekdays and frollics in the park with his girlfriend, Sonia (Poonam Dhillon), on the weekends. Unbeknownst to them, Sonia's father, Dhanpatrai (Sanjeev Kumar), is a big-time smuggler. But no one knows - not even Dhanpatrai's loyal wife, Anju (Waheeda Rehman...?!), or his boisterous son, Vicky (Randhir Kapoor). When Ravi proposes to Sonia, the family is eager to meet him. But slowly this house of cards crumbles, as real identities are revealed, lives are lost, and, as Al once said, when he tries to get out, they pull him back in!
A bad-ass shot.
Shashi kicks it kung fu style...
...and kicks it retro style. Yeah, man!
So it's basically Trishul, except nephew Randhir is playing the usual Shashi spoiled-son role, and Shashi is playing Amitabh's usual hard-edged bringer of justice. Sanjeev Kumar looks like he just wandered off the Trishul set: identically floppy silver hair, cigarette holder, big glasses. In a pleasant surprise, however, Sanjeev kicks butt in Sawaal. Not only does he look quite fit in his white suits and rhinestone-encrusted bowties, but he's also honed the Good Or Possibly Deceitful OK No Really Good archetype to razor-sharp perfection. He's great: from laconic evil in the beginning to, well, laconic good in the end. You go, Sanjeev!
The film also shares some similarities with Kasme Vaade and Chor Sipahee in that there's a strong Christian undercurrent. Themes of forgiveness, prodigal fathers and martyrdom run amock while blunt Christian symbols look on: check out the wall furnishings in Dhanpatrai's office (Orthodox Christian paintings), or the crucial meeting-place between Dhanpatrai and Ravi (see below).
Note Sanjeev's trim physique and super shiny silver hair. Note Shashi's unflattering shirt.
Despite the funebreal air of glory gone by, the filmmaking is actually quite crisp. The narrative moves along well - indeed, the plot bulldozes this film along without pause for some fun or some heart - with especially effective cross-cutting used here and there (e.g. Shashi kicking some dude's butt on a train, while Randhir sings his initial love ballad). The sets also looked surprisingly hip in a non-ironic way, with narry a tacky accessory to be found (OK, Sanjeev's rhinestone bowtie was a bit much... but we loved it!). And we should also note that this was the first (!) masala movie where the action actually made our heart stop! Very thrilling.
Yet even these moments of action, these moments of trendy art prints up on the wall, cannot rescue the film from itself. The final fight - as usual, a free-for-all with little bearing on the plot or characterization - seems slowed down to the point that we could just imagine the actor counting the beats under their breath, "1... 2... I move here now."
Helen has a cameo.
Apart from the sad Shashi and the super Sanjeev, the rest of the cast is as expected: Waheeda Rehman is too good to be in this film, Randhir Kapoor not only hams but channels his father hamming, Phoonam Dillon is forgettable, and Mac Mohan is DA BOOOMBZ. The songs are likewise forgettable, though, again, the cross-cutting makes them pretty spectacular in terms of narrative drive. We especially enjoyed the one scene where a character declares that Shashi must die, and we immediately fast-cut to Shashi and Phoonam in the forest, with Shashi singing, "I live and I die, and I lo-o-ove you." Yeah, irony!