The White Tiger Movie Review | Adarsh Gourav

Balram is fiercely smart, vengeful and filled with a seething rage, that he camouflages with an overtly servile manner. With more education and opportunities, he could have run the country. But when you are a lower-caste boy from a large, poor family in rural India, both are in short supply.

Balram is born into what he calls the darkness, but he wills his way into turning it into something like light. Balram does terrible things to get ahead. Like the Kim family in Bong-Joon Ho’s Oscar-winning Parasite, he goes about his dastardly deeds without drama or conscience.

For him, the choices he makes are the only ones he has. Adarsh is electrifying as Balram. He inhabits every inflection of the character. From his slouching shoulders, as though generations of being subservient has molded even his body language, to his shifty gaze, to his superbly honed survival instinct, to his cunning and cruelty, to his keen understanding of his own tragedy – of having a mind that supersedes his station.

Watch Adarsh in a scene in which Balram’s employers coerce him into taking the blame for an accident he didn’t commit. His eyes well over as he comprehends the extent of their indifference. Adarsh delivers a sensational performance, which propels the film.

The White Tiger is an adaptation of Aravind Adiga’s 2008 Booker Prize-winning novel. The novel is dedicated to Iranian-American director Ramin Bahrani. So it’s fitting that it has been reworked for screen by him.

It’s also fitting because in his nearly two-decade-long career, Bahrani’s cinema has consistently searched for poetry in the ordinary. His characters live lives of quiet desperation. Think of Man Push Cart, Chop Shop or 99 Homes.

Adiga’s novel is a savage exploration of the horrors of globalized India. The book is narrated in first-person by Balram whose sharp, serrated voice slices like a cleaver through meat. Bahrani retains that, with Balram taking us through his story, which is narrated through emails, that Balram is writing to a Chinese premier visiting the country.

At one point, Balram observes: A good servant must know his master from end to end, from lips to anus. And at another: Do we loathe our masters behind a façade of love, or do we love our masters behind a façade of loathing? Like the book, the film will make you squirm.

There is no respite here from the horrors of oppression, corruption, entitlement, greed and the casual nastiness with which those with money treat those without it. Or in Balram’s words, those with big bellies and those with small bellies.

Bahrani consistently underlines the contrasts. Balram’s masters – Ashok and Pinky – live in a lush apartment with shiny marble and chandeliers. In the same sprawling building complex, Balram and the other drivers live in the dingy basement.

Balram sleeps under a mosquito net, which also keeps the swarming cockroaches at bay. They crawl above him as though they were higher in the food chain. It is as though New Delhi is a modern-day version of the city in Fritz Lang’s science-fiction classic Metropolis, where the rich live in towering skyscrapers, while the poor toil underneath.

Balram, who thinks of himself as a once in a generation white tiger, desperately wants to break-out, of what he calls the ‘rooster coop’. Balram isn’t the only one resisting his fate. Despite their affluence, Ashok and Pinky are also trapped.

Ashok’s overbearing landlord father, who Balram calls the stork and his brother, the mongoose, are the ones yanking the strings. But they too are hustling to curry favor with the powerful chief minister only known as The Great Socialist, played by a solid Swaroop Sampat.

The jungle metaphor runs through the story, from the title to Divine’s throbbing Jungle Mantra song, which plays at the end. Lawlessness permeates every aspect of life, including the traffic. Early in the film, a driving teacher tells Balram, ‘Sadak ek jungle hai.

’ But finally, it is the sadak where Balram finds his freedom. The White Tiger is in equal parts, dazzling, funny and brutal. For much of the film, Bahrani sustains a boisterous energy with brisk editing, pungent dialogue and striking images by DoP Paolo Carnera.

One of the highlights is Kamlesh Gill as Balram’s awful, blood-sucking grandmother. In this jungle, even the great Indian family becomes a predator. Granny is Balram’s first nemesis. Priyanka Chopra-Jonas, who’s also executive producer, is nicely understated as the Indian-American Pinky, who at least attempts to treat Balram as a human being.

But Rajkummar Rao never finds his bearings as Ashok. The usually terrific actor is saddled with a clumsy accent and clumsier dialogue. Ashok has recently moved from the US to India. We aren’t told how long he was abroad, but he says lines like: ‘Why does this caste matter’? or ‘In America they could sue you for that’.

Neither Bahrani, who’s written the film nor Rajkummar are able to make Ashok convincing. There are also stray moments – like a defecation scene – which seem gratuitous and border on poverty porn.

But mostly, The White Tiger lands its punches. Don’t go into the film expecting a retread of Slumdog Millionaire. In fact, The White Tiger positions itself as anti-Slumdog. There is no fairytale ending here.

The White Tiger is a kinetic excursion into darkness with Balram as our charismatic guide. You can see the film on Netflix India. This session is brought to you by MUBI, a curated film streaming service showing exceptional films from around the globe.

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This week i recommend Howrah Bridge by Shakti Samanta. for the latest film interviews reviews and everything making news in pop culture subscribe to moviemug now this video is brought to you by moby a curated streaming service showing exceptional films from around the globe get a whole month free at dot com slash anubama adarsh gaurav an assessment of the white tiger must begin with the actor who is terrifying and poignant as balram hawaii the upwardly mobile driver in the film balram is fiercely smart vengeful and filled with the seething rage that he camouflages with an overtly survival manner with more education and opportunities he could have run the country but when you’re a lower caste boy from a large poor family in rural india both are in short supply balram is born into what he calls the darkness but he wills his way into turning it into something like light but ram does terrible things to get ahead like the kim family in bong joon ho’s oscar winning parasite he goes about his dastardly deeds without drama or conscience for him the choices he makes are the only ones he has adarsh is electrifying as balram he inhabits every inflection of the character from his slouching shoulders as though generations of being subservient has molded even his body language to his shifty yields to his superbly home survival instinct to his stunning and cruelty to his keen understanding of his own tragedy of having a mind that supersedes his station watch other shiva scene in which balram’s employers coerced him into taking the blame for an accident he did commit his eyes well over as he comprehends the extent of the indifference others delivers a sensational performance which propels the film the white tiger is an adaptation of arabin adiga’s 2008 booker prize winning novel the novel is dedicated to iranian american director rameen baharani so it’s fitting that it has been reworked for screen by him it’s also fitting because in his nearly two decade long career baharani cinema has consistently searched for poetry in the ordinary his characters live lives of quiet escalation think of man pushkart chop shop on 99 homes adiga’s novel is a savage exploration of the horrors of globalized india the book is narrated in first person by balram who sharp sedated voice slices like a cleaver through meat i am just one who has woken up when the rest of you are still sleeping maharani retains that with balram taking us through his story which is narrated through emails that bagram is writing to a chinese premier visiting the country at one point balram observes a good servant must know his master from end to end from lips to anus and at another do we lose our masters behind a facade of love or do we love our masters behind a facade of loathing like the book the film will make you squirm there is no respite here from the horrors of oppression corruption entitlement greed and the casual nastiness with which those with money treat those without it or in balram’s words those with big bellies and those with small bellies bahrain consistently underlines the contrasts barramundi’s masters ashokan pinky live in a lush apartment with shiny marble and chandeliers in the same sprawling building complex around the other drivers live in the dingy basement bahram sleeps under a mosquito net which also keeps the swarming cockroaches at bay they crawl above him as though they were higher in the food chain it is as though new delhi is a modern day version of the city in fritz line science fiction classic metropolis where the rich living towering skyscrapers want the poor toil underneath balram who thinks of himself as a once in a generation white tiger desperately wants to break out of what he calls the rooster poop maram isn’t the only one resisting his fate despite their affluence ashoka and pinky are also trapped ashok’s overbearing landlord father who will run calls the stoke and his brother the mongoose are the ones yanking the strings but they too are hustling to curry favor with the powerful chief minister only known as the great socialist played by a solid swarm suffer the jungle metaphor runs through the story from the title to divine’s throbbing jungle mantra song which plays at the end lawlessness permeates every aspect of life including the traffic early in the film a driving teacher tells balram jungle there but finally it is the sarak where ballroom finds his freedom the white tiger is in equal parts dazzling funny and brutal for much of the film bharani sustains a boisterous energy with brisk editing pungent dialogue and striking images by dop power carnera one of the highlights is completion killed as balanced awful blood-sucking grandmother in this jungle even the great indian family becomes a predator granny is balaam’s first nemesis priyanka chopra jonas who’s also executive producer is nicely understated as the indian american pinky who at least attempts to treat balram as a human being but rajma rao never finds his bearings as a show the usually terrific actor is saddled with a clumsy accent and clumsier dialogue ashoka has recently moved from the u.

s to india we aren’t told how long he was abroad but he said lines like why does this cast matter or in america they could sue you for that neither bharani who’s written the film or rajkumar are able to make the show convincing there are also stray movements like a defecation scene which seem gratuitous and border and poverty ball but mostly the white tiger lands its punches don’t go into the film expecting a retread of slumdog millionaire in fact the white tiger positions itself as anti-slumdog there is no fairy tale ending here the white tiger is a kinetic excursion into darkness with balram as our charismatic guide you can see the film on netflix india this session is brought to you by moby a curated film streaming service showing exceptional films from around the globe movie premieres a new film every day showcasing true classics to modern masterpieces from across india and all over the world with mobi each and every film is hand selected so you’ll never spend more time looking for something great to watch than actually watching something great it’s like your own personal film festival streaming anytime anywhere this week i recommend howrah bridge by shakti samantha [Music]

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