Lawrence Liang in Biblio
The detective in film noir is typically an outsider
whose moral indifference to a crime or a crisis allows
him an entry into the subterranean worlds of seemingly
happy families. Like many of the films that Helen acted
in, Jerry Pinto’s biography has a noirish feel
to it. Beginning with his own elusive and unsuccessful
attempts to speaking to Helen, Pinto is forced to play
the role of the detective investigating the death of
a phenomenon called Helen. While Helen may have been
resurrected in her new respectable avatar as the dancing
grandmother in Khamoshi or as the mother in law of Salman
Khan, Pinto is interested in finding out more about
the woman with a mysterious past and his investigations
takes him and us to the many secrets beneath the calm
of the Hindu Undivided Family of Hindi film.
Like the proverbial private eye, Pinto has a few clues
that he begins with and his starting point is the fact
that ‘it wasn’t quite lust that Helen aroused’.
The lustful gaze of the male audience for Pinto is merely
the red herring in the plot, and his focus instead is
on the fact that ‘Helen was the desire that you
need not be embarrassed about’.
The central concern for Pinto is Why Helen. After all
there have been many mangled bodies scattered in the
erotic landscape of Hindi films. A Bindu here, An Aruna
irani there and yet in the middle of it lies the mystery
of Helen, the vamp with the bullet in her golden heart.
By now, the official story of Helen is well known and
is often capable of being summed up in a whole host
of clichés such as ‘the original item number’,
the greatest vamp in Indian Cinema and a dancer like
none other. Sometimes these clichés are buttressed
by a few biographical details: Helen: A refugee of French-Burmese
parentage and entered the film industry in 1951, as
a chorus dancer in films who made it big with performance
in the song Mera Naam Chin Chin Chu in O.P. Nayyar’s
hit film, Howrah Bridge. As a journalist Pinto might
have been satisfied with telling the story of Helen
the working actress and dancer who struggled to find
her place as a footnote in the archives of Hindi film.
But as an investigator, Pinto has to move beyond the
clichés and the official reports, and find himself
wading through the unofficial archives stored in the
bars, night clubs and cabarets of the cinematic city
in the sixties and seventies. Pinto takes us through
a vibrant journey far beyond the world of clichés
and allows us a peek into the secret spaces of Hindi
cinema where many guilty pleasures and transgressions
reside. This unofficial archive is not recorded in faded
family albums, and is more likely to be recorded in
police documents and court records. Consider for instance
the following extract of an FIR from a case in the seventies
that involved the famous cabaret dancer Temiko. “The
artist was Accused No. 1, Miss. Joyce, also called Temiko.
We are concerned with her cabaret show in this case.
The prosecution alleged that Temiko, accused No. 1 was
dressed in a transparent gown. She was smoking when
she entered the hall accompanied by cabaret music. Spotlight
was on her. All other lights were off; she danced for
a few minutes. Then she started moving around the table
shouting aloud. She nudged various customers at their
backside and blew smoke on their heads. She approached
the customers in the dance hall of Blue Nile to remove
her clothes”.
This legal document almost mirrors Helen’s space
in Hindi Cinema: The amoral outsider whose pleasure
sits uneasily with the established legal and moral order
within the film and outside of it as well. Pinto’s
search for Helen is at the same time a journey into
the nights of Hindi cinema, where the action takes place
in a cabaret and girls go by the names of Suzie, Jenny
and Rita. Pinto reveals that the reason why Helen the
vamp with the golden heart had to die is in order to
restore the moral order of the Hindu Undivided film
family. (She almost always fails, which was perhaps
the secret of her success. In failing she kept the moral
universe intact”). In an interview Pinto says
that While Bollywood was willing to make secular gestures
by representing Muslims as positive characters, Parsis
and Catholics could easily be caricatured because they
were ‘Westernised’ — they did not
watch Hindi cinema. In that sense, therefore, yes, I
felt that I was an outsider who was looking at another
outsider”.
Helen’s status as the outsider enabled a world
of narrative and extra narrative possibilities which
freed Hindi cinema from its boring interior spaces and
opened out various spaces of pleasurable transgressions.
The book teases out the spaces of transgression that
Helen occupies in a reflexive and analytical manner.
As the ‘other’ of the chaste Indian woman
Helen’s sexuality was an onscreen transgression
which could was sustained by the ethnic and racial ambiguity
that marked Helen. This ambiguity enabled her to move
in and out of many identities ranging from the generic
Anglo Indian woman to gangsters moll, a Spanish courtesan
and even a Chinese spy. At the same time watching Helen
was a private invitation to a collective transgression
by the audience.
In an incredible paragraph that contrasts the pedagogic
moral universe of the state with the domain of pure
pleasure Pinto observes “Looking back, it seems
odd that Helen had such a hold on my generation. I grew
up in the seventies — the decade when Helen’s
career was already in decline — and like most
middle-class boys, I was allowed one film a month at
the theatres by parents suspicious of its moral and
aesthetic values (in that order). Helen could not invade
my space through television, either. Hindi films had
exactly four hours a week on the air. There was the
three-hour pre-censored film on Sundays, the half hour
of uninterrupted film songs that was Chhaayageet and
another half hour of a film interview, Phool Khile Hain
Gulshan Gulshan, conducted by a bubbly, harmless child-star-turned-character-artiste,
Tabassum. This was all the government would allow on
Doordarshan by way of bread and circuses. The rest of
the time, we were ‘educated’ on such improving
topics as the use of copper sulphate on the farms of
the hinterland or we watched kabaddi tournaments played
in deserted stadia”
Thus Pinto reveals the secret behind why Helen has to
die, and it is so that we may return guiltless to our
half hour of Chhaayageet.
As a book, Helen: The life and times of an H-Bomb also
manages to bridge the film theory/ journalism divide.
The problem with most film theorists lies in their inability
to convey an enthusiasm about he films which they see,
and the problem with film journalists is their inability
to engage in any depth with the films that they write
about. Jerry Pinto’s Helen: The life and Times
of an H-Bomb successfully combines a film buff’s
pure thrill and enthusiasm with a series of insightful
analysis that would make any film theorist proud.
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