Endearing & sentimental tale of self-discovery Lion

Director: Garth Davis Starring: Nicole Kidman, David Wenham, Dev Patel, Roony Mara and Sunny Pawar. Rating Apart from the all-encompassing luminosity of little Sunny Pawar — so young yet so wise — the one aspect of this soul-stirring journey into the incandescent side of the diaspora is just how Indian at heart is this film about a boy from a remote village in India adopted by an Australian couple.

Lion plays with the idea of a duality in self-identity, and in the cultural spiritual and geographical existence for its protagonist Saroo with an enrapturing earnestness. Davis and his writer Luke Davis walk that extra mile to penetrate into the deepest recesses of the diasporic heart.

The film is unabashedly sentimental and, dare one say, unapologetically manipulative, specially in the first hour of playing-time when little Saroo is lost to the world. His world of his mother (Priyanka Bose) and his elder brother Guddu (Abhishek Bharate).

The images of little Saroo racing in an empty train that hurls him into the unknown, and then trying to find his way through the cold almost impersonal crowds of Kolkata, are profoundly moving. The lost child is a distant cousin of Chetan Anand’s Aakhri Khat, although he doesn’t even know it.

Cinematographer Greig Fraser’s view of Kolkata is very different from the way the city was shot in Roland Joffee’ City Of Joy 25 years ago. There is more of everything in the Kolkata of Lion, including corruption, debauchery and child abuse. The images of little Saroo trying to survive in the pitiless city are harrowing and magnificent.

Yes, Lion plays it highstakes for tears, nowhere more so than in the dingy orphanage where little abused, hungry, sleepless children gather their little voices together to sing Chanda ko dhundne sabhi taare nikal pade.

Occupying centrestage in this dark and desperate world of poverty is little Saroo played with such intuitive wisdom by Sunny Pawar that he makes all the acting schools of the world appear redundant. I am afraid the spark of genius dims in Lion once Sunny Pawar grows up into Dev Patel who makes Saroo’s cultural and geopolitical desolation seem far too cerebral and far too little reflexive.

A lot of times Patel is seen playing with his flowing tresses or blinking back elegant tears. He is looking at his character’s poignancy rather than getting into it. His relationships in his Australian home are way too sporadic and fleeting. That goes for Saroo’s half-hearted relationship with his girlfriend Lucy (Rooney Mara) and more so with his halfbrother, the psychologically disturbed Mantosh (Divian Ladwa). In the one important sequence that the two brothers share — predictably at the dinner table — Saroo is shown to be distinctly mean towards Mantosh triggering a psychotic response in the latter.

Yes, there ought to have been more of the two brothers in the plot, and of the Australian mother Sue’s valiant but failed attempts to hold together a dysfunctional family. Nicole Kidman as Sue is grossly underused.

The film is edited so severely you feel it’s exercising a savage economy over Saroo’s emotional spaces which transcend unplumbed stretches of cultural specific- ity to occupy a kind of baggy free-spirited global significance that could have made for unwieldy cinema. This world of the translocated Indian urchin needed to be restrained. Garth Davis makes sure there is nothing overdone in the presentation.

Very often we get the feeling the director, an exceptional storyteller, is holding back the emotional torrent to avoid creating epic volumes of sentimentality. Nonetheless we wait for Saroo to journey back to his village in Madhya Pradesh to be united with his biological mother, only to be deeply let down by the hammy reunion sobs and atrocious old lady’s makeup of Priyanka Bose. IANS