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KAMA SUTRA: A TALE OF LOVE
Director: Mira Nair.
Screenplay: Mira Nair and Helena Kriel.
Starring: Indira Varma, Sarita Choudhury,
Naveen Andrews, Ramon Tikaram, Rekha.
The movie tells the story of two friends, Tara (Sarita Chaudhury), a high-caste princess, and Maya (Indira Varma), a palace servant. Maya's beauty is a constant cause of jealousy and envy in Tara. However, when
the local prince, Raj Singh (Naveen Andrews) marries the upper class Tara, it is an enraged Maya who seduces him to get back at her friend for years of inferior treatment. When this infidelity is discovered,
Maya is banished from the palace. In exile, Maya is taken in by a self-obsessed sculptor, Jai Kumar (Ramon Tikaram), with whom she has a brief affair. When Jai dumps her to be with his "art", Maya goes
on to train with Rasa Devi (Rekha) to become a courtesan, eventually leading her back to Tara and Raj. She also manages to reunite with old flame Jai, and becomes the center of palace intrigue and power games
played with an ample amount of sex, drugs, and maudlin music.
Kamasutra: A Tale Of Love manages to take high-potential sexual situations, foot-fetishes, back-scratching, torture, hunch-backs, trampling by elephants, opium smoking, and political intrigue and somewhat amazingly produce a tedious, intolerable bore. With a plot that begs to be parodied, the movie wearily trudges along with a self-indulgent opulence about as subtle as a strong kick in the head. Peopled with brooding actors who uniformly express deep sensuality with a sullen "I'm too sexy to be likeable" look, this ridiculously a-historical movie is filled with heavy costumes, one-dimensional characters, and unnatural, stylized sexual situations. For the first half-hour, the film sweeps the viewer away with resplendent sets and glorious cinematography. However, as the minutes roll on, the heavy-handedness of the movie asserts itself front and center. There is a great deal going for this movie, and exploiting Kamasutra could have resulted in fresh, adventurous and unpredictable fun. Instead, what we have is a tired, hackneyed melodrama that routinely throws in stereotypical sub-plots like class, military intrigue, and exploitation of physical deformity. As the movie drags on into its second hour, one is inevitably reminded of more pressing issues like making it to that PBS documentary on the mating habits of Peregrine Falcons.
Perhaps most disappointingly, the film fails to communicate any of the sexual pleasure and wisdom that might come from exploiting an ancient treatise on the delights of flesh and spirit. While there is a good amount of female nudity and even a marginally interesting lesbian encounter, the general tone is one of "let me tell you how us
Bollywood brat-packers do it", rather than letting the viewer discover anything on her own from the film's unfolding. Rasa Devi's lectures on the spiritual and mystical nature of sexuality in the Kamasutra are about as abstract and arousing as Naom Chomsky's seminars on hidden-cleft constructions in Theoretical Linguistics.
While the cinematography and set designs are sometimes breathtaking, and Indira Varma and Ramon Tikaram turn in tolerable performances, thepredictable soap-opera plot, and the heavy-handed, self-absorbed direction leave "Kamasutra: A Tale of Love" devoid of any grace. This movie is definitely not worth eight bucks of your money or 120 minutes of your life.
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