Pyaasa feels a bit like Frank Capra turning up in Calcutta, ditching Jimmy Stewart for a melancholy poet and deciding, quite sensibly, that songs were staying. It is a lovely place to spend a couple of hours.
Guru Dutt directs and stars as a gifted writer nobody much values, in a world more interested in money than art and status than decency. V.K. Murthy shoots it beautifully, all shadow and light and faces that seem to carry whole arguments on them. Best of all, the songs actually belong there. They come out of character, longing and fantasy, rather than barging in from another film entirely.
What really got me, though, is the tenderness at the centre of it. This is basically a love story between two decent people with no money and no real protection from the world. Waheeda Rehman is wonderful as Gulabo, giving the film warmth without ever making it soft. It knows the world is cruel. It also knows kindness still turns up, which saves it from despair.