The stage is set for truly Indian Netflix Originals
Sacred Games, Netflix’s first Indian original, is a gripping, gritty crime drama. Will the world watch it, wonders Vanita Kohli-Khandekar
Adog is thrown off from a high-rise building in Mumbai, raising shrieks from the schoolchildren standing below. Netflix’s first original Indian series based on Vikram Chandra’s Sacred
Games starts off by being true to the 2007 book, literally. The first line in the novel is about a white Pomeranian, Fluffy, being thrown off five floors.
Releasing on July 6, the eight-part series, of which I previewed four, follows the plotline, character names et al of Chandra’s complicated tale. Yet, it acquires a life and texture different from the book. The action is fast and furious. Against a nifty background score, the story moves almost too quickly. The look and feel of this gritty crime drama is pitch perfect. However, the contextualisation is not as sharp as the book’s.
From the first episode, you are drawn into the story when gangster Ganesh Gaitonde (Nawazuddin Siddiqui) calls up Inspector Sartaj Singh (Saif Ali Khan). He tells Singh that his life is going to change, that he will get a case that will make him famous, that something is going to happen in 25 days. You are drawn into the whole gory mess of Gaitonde’s terrible childhood, his initiation into crime, from peddling drugs to gold smuggling (in the 1970s) to helping a local politician win by blanking out the Muslim vote in an area. The dirt and grime of Singh’s life and the utter debauchery of Gaitonde’s may gross you out a bit.
But neither Anurag Kashyap (he directed the parts involving Siddiqui) nor Vikramaditya Motwane (he directed the ones involving Khan) mess with a fundamentally good plot. The grime, the debauchery, the politics, and modus operandi of gangsters and cops is very real. The cocktail created when religion and politics is stirred in too, and how politicians and intelligence agencies use it, is real too.
Books are usually difficult to adapt to screen. If you are a Harry Potter fan, you will feel that the films are inadequate; they do away with half the characters and much of the context. But if you are a fan of The Lord of the Rings, then you probably love Peter Jackson for staying true to everything in JRR Tolkien’s fantasy world. Much like Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged or Vikram Seth’s
A Suitable Boy, Chandra’s Sacred Games is tough to convert to screen — the 947page novel has many characters, each etched in detail, with their backgrounds, their compulsions, their imperfections, all on display. And if, like me, you are a Mumbaikar who has grown up on a staple diet of bhai- type Hindi films and regular newspaper coverage of underworld dons, you can so relate to the cop-versus-gangster story. What raises it to a fine art is the layered plotline, with its wheels within wheels (think L A Confidential).
Maybe that is why nobody attempted to adapt it to screen, though the book was released to popular acclaim in 2006. But the streaming video format helps. Unlike a film or a (linear) TV series, online streaming offers eight-10 episodes, all of which viewers can (and usually do) watch whenever and wherever they want. So, long-winded stories such as Sacred
Games get more space and time. And yet they offer both viewers and filmmakers more flexibility than, say, a series of three films released one or two years apart.
There are portions in the book that have haunted me for years. Aadil Ansari is an educated man trying to find his calling in a world gone topsy-turvy. However, so far in the series Ansari’s story, among those of others, is missing. Then there is Singh’s story. Chandra makes you feel the touch of his mother who has been through the pain of Partition. He makes you smell the decay in his life since his divorce and feel the sweat on his shirt as he is shunted around on insignificant cases by a police department that rewards cunning and political smarts, not honesty and courage. The series adapts Singh’s story somewhat differently. Many facts are changed but to the same effect. And Khan plays the stout, can’t-seem-to-get-ahead cop with aplomb. But unlike the book, his character remains unexplained.
Then there is Gaitonde, played competently by Siddiqui. It feels familiar somehow. Maybe because he has by now done several of these slightly mad characters — Raman Raghav 2.0, Gangs of
Wasseypur. His transformation into the older Gaitonde is particularly good. Radhika Apte, as the RAW (Research and Analysis Wing) officer, Anjali Mathur, is totally in sync with her character in the book — in the way she dresses, talks, holds herself. She, too, comes without her story.
If one drops the book-versus-series chatter, is Sacred Games watchable? Very much so. And if this gripping crime drama is the first Indian original that Netflix will release in 190 countries, it does the creators proud. So, go for it.