A passage to India (1984)

»India forces one to come face to face with oneself. It can be rather disturbing.«

Made in the eighties but with all the appearance of a sixties mastodon spectacle, this evolves into a splendid – if anachronistic – culture clash of colonialism and love. Race, class, lust – everything is in place, yet important elements stay hidden and strangely amiss, jarring the narrative. Intentionally?

Contains some embarrassing traits – naive exoticism, overly beckoning sensuality, Alec Guinness in brownface, the use of Indians for comic relief. Nevertheless in my book of emotional instability, mystery, and injustice.

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