Dreams From Their Fathers

A photographer comes to terms with the mystical allure of Tamil cinema

- BHARATHY SINGARAVEL

IN HIS BOOK Karaindha Nizhalgal, the Tamil author Ashokamitran writes that the film industry “works on the assumed certainty that the present is permanent.” The novel tracks people inextricably attached to Tamil cinema, even as the industry buffets them with absurdities and anguish, rewards them with success and power, and consumes their entire lives.

The photographer Balaji Maheshwar’s seven-year project Dear Cinema maps this treacherous love affair through his family’s association with the industry over three generations. He knits together photographs he found of his grandfather, a successful actor and politician, with photographs he took of his father, an aspiring actor and cinema obsessive, and images of various spaces in which the industry weaves its dreams. He photographs single-screen theatres, both in their quiet moments and during the fever-pitch excitement of a “first day, first show.” He captures the performative cine-politics of Tamil Nadu—the devotion, the theatricality, the ecstasy that sometimes veers close to religious euphoria—a phenomenon he admits to having participated in as a “cinema fanatic” while in school and college. There is a touch of humour in these photographs, an ability to satirise his past self. The crazed adoration expressed within the darkness of the theatre enabled him to confront an issue that had percolated into his own life: “how the world of cinema suspended my world (family) from reality.”