“During the process of creation, one has to get rid of one’s individual ego and let the creative ego merge with the universal ego.”
Answering questions becomes an effort for Kapur by the end of our conversation. During that time, many more Marriott regulars stop by; they exchange animated greetings, and almost all part with the same question: “So what are you doing next?” A film called Paani, Kapur says to everyone.
For film lovers, even indiscriminate ones such as myself, that’s good to know. Every time I watch Masoom, I weep. My stomach gets twisted in knots when Phoolan Devi is raped, stripped naked and paraded in her village in Bandit Queen. That fuzzy old-Hindi-film comfort takes over every time Calendar, Mr India, a shrill Seema (Sridevi) and the kiddie gang start their antics in Mr India, perhaps the only Indian film made with a comic-book sensibility. The technical finesse of Elizabeth and its sequel makes me gasp. The story of the “real-life, ordinary girl” on my cellphone? She could do something, too. As everyone who knows him well says, a surprise from Shekhar Kapur is something.
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