Ritwik Ghatak has made one of the most beautiful films I've seen about people behaving appallingly.
Partition has left Neeta's refugee family scraping by outside Calcutta, and she's paying nearly all the bills. Supriya Choudhury makes every sacrifice painfully believable, all tired smiles and dogged good humour. I spent half the film wanting her to tell the lot of them where to go. They're poor, to be fair. They also treat Neeta like a cash machine with a pulse.
Then there are the images. Ghatak's black-and-white compositions are so striking I kept wanting to pause just to stare. He leaves Neeta looking alone even when the whole household is crammed into one room. The music sounded wonderfully strange to my Western ears, and one betrayal lands with a whip-crack. Apparently the family's cruelty needed percussion.
The misfortunes do pile up, and a couple of relatives drift towards pantomime villainy. Still, those final scenes flattened me.
Neeta spends the film keeping everyone afloat. Shame it took them so long to return the favour.
I have not read this story, Meghe Dhaka Tara, by Shaktipada Rajguru (not Tagore as stated above).
Seemingly, the film shows how characters are formed/(de)formed by extreme poverty. But in my opinion, it also shows how some people, driven by their noble nature , are prepared to make whatever sacrifice is required of them, even when they know they are being exploited by other family members. (I know of several similar situations in both eastern and western families, so it is not a cultural thing, rather a demonstration of the noble human nature. On a larger scale, when the 'family' is the whole society/country some people have risen to the challenge of sacrificing their whole life.)
Very well acted. Direction of the period.
A thought-provoking film, albeit sad.