Ship of Theseus   
																		 
																		Dir: Anand Gandhi 
   
			
																	
							  
  
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    It is rare to find an Indian film so universally lauded as  an artistic and intellectual achievement – by achievers in their own right – as  Anand Gandhi’s Ship of Theseus has  been. Gandhi’s film is also unusual in that it is intended as philosophical  reflection rather than social critique, which has been the normal approach of  non-mainstream Indian cinema. The film has been made with a small budget but it  is visually striking – not   | 
   
 
 only because of the cinematography (by Pankaj Kumar)  but also because of the seamless editing – and the performances are authentic.  After all this has been said, one feels even guilty at taking issue with it and  citing its inadequacies; still, the film is feeble conceptually, as this review  will try to demonstrate. 
                              Ship of Theseus is  a ‘feel good’ film, a film which tries to affirm that the traditional virtues (like  fortitude, honesty and simplicity) will be eventually rewarded. The ‘feel good’  film Forrest Gump (1994), for instance,  is about the miraculous successes of a simpleton who eventually becomes a hero.  There have been few ‘feel good’ films in India hitherto perhaps because that  popular cinema has been ‘escapist’; it has not acknowledged the realities of our  society. The optimism of the ‘feel good’ film depends on first admitting many things  that we gloss over and only then making its affirmations. It is only in recent  years, with the arrival of the ‘indie’ film, that the filmmaker is even  venturing into the poorer neighborhoods and this is therefore the appropriate  time for something like Ship of Theseus.  With digital filmmaking gaining ground, the indie film is reaching the more  sophisticated audiences in India  and the success of Anand Gandhi’s film is heartening.    
                              As most readers will be aware Ship of Theseus tells three different stories sequentially, all  three stories being constructed around organ transplant. The first story is  about a blind photographer named Aliya Kamal (Aida El-Kashef) who takes  pictures aided by her hearing. She is wildly successful until she gets a cornea  transplant and regains her eyesight. After this happens, however, her pictures  begin to lose their unique quality and Aliya compares this to a centipede in a  fable which, when it tries to understand how it moves, loses its capacity for  movement. There isn’t much more to say about the story but it is evident that  the director is wrestling with ideas pertaining to art and beauty. The message  is apparently that we produce art without quite understanding the process; if  we understood it, we might stop producing art.  
                              The problem with the first story is the metaphor of ‘blind  photography’. Unlike most of the other artistic objects which demand clear artistic  intent, a photograph is taken by a mechanical device and one could take pictures  even without looking. But the issue to be examined is whether a picture taken  blindly could be ‘art’ – except by accident. Aliya is guided by what she hears  but how would that help her compose since there is so much in each picture  which cannot owe to noise? Then there is the question of the artist’s judgment  of his or her own work. Unless one’s art passes one’s own judgment, it cannot  be ‘art’ – regardless of how others evaluate or describe it, and the blind Aliya  cannot judge her own pictures. A blind photographer is perhaps like someone who  writes poetry in a language that he or she does not know – by arbitrarily  cutting and pasting words from an existing text.    
                              The second story revolves around a Jain ascetic Maitreya  (Neeraj Kabi) who is fighting pharmaceutical companies to prevent them from  testing their drugs on animals and ignoring the guidelines. Maitreya discovers  that he is suffering from liver cirrhosis and only a transplant will save him.  Since a transplant involves the use of drugs legitimized through testing on  animals, he refuses to have it despite the pleas of his admirers, especially a  young lawyer named Charvaka. Maitreya prefers to starve to death and therefore gradually  weakens – until Charvaka argues that the human body contains so many living  organisms that it is foolish to regard one’s body as separate from the milieu. Since  they are constantly living and dying inside us, killing animals is an  unavoidable fact of existence, is his argument. Maitreya killing himself by  refusing treatment is therefore greater violence.  
                              The second story celebrates commitment just as the first one  celebrates fortitude but the difficulty with it comes from the easy resolution  in which Maitreya agrees to the liver transplant. My argument here is not only  that someone as intelligent and committed to a cause – as Maitreya is shown to  be – would have answers to the questions that Charvaka poses. Since Maitreya is  not merely an individual but represents a religious viewpoint, his going  against his own tenets for ‘logical’ reasons is also indicative of the unreasonableness  of the religious viewpoint. Charvaka’s argument is itself not watertight  because there is a difference between the ‘violence’ unwittingly caused to  organisms living inside our bodies and that caused to animals because of our  conscious decisions. Once Maitreya agrees to the transplant, therefore,  everything he has stood for comes crashing down. Since his life is left without  its moral basis, one wonders how Charvaka could still respect him, as he once did.  The film is, in effect, celebrating a virtue – that of commitment to a cause –  but also arranging a ‘happy ending’ in which the protagonist abandons it.                
                              The third story is less ‘philosophical’ than the first two  and is about a young stockbroker Navin (Sohum Shah) who has just had a kidney  transplant suspecting that the organ he received was stolen from a construction  worker named Shankar (Yashwant Wasnik). Navin has been constantly chastised by  his grandmother for being ‘socially uncaring’ and although he discovers that  his kidney came from a legitimate donor, he pursues the recipient of the stolen  kidney doggedly to Stockholm.  The result of his efforts is that Shankar gets a handsome sum of money – which  he would rather keep than have his stolen kidney returned. This is a simpler  story without the intellectual airs of the first two but there is also very  little of interest in it. The fact of money compensating Shankar for his loss  also offers a cheap kind of satisfaction – as in the Hollywood  courtroom drama in which the huge monetary compensation granted to the victims is  also the emotional pleasure offered to the audience.      
                              The least admirable aspect of Ship of Theseus is evidently its philosophizing. Its intellectual  debates are full of logical weaknesses and even its title makes little sense.  The ‘Ship of Theseus’ – as has been widely publicized – pertains to a parable  about identity from Ancient Greece: If every part of a ship is replaced, will it  remain the same ship, is the question posed. Anand Gandhi’s film has nothing to  do with the issue of identity and is merely about different people having a ‘part’  replaced. But if only the mast of Theseus’ ship had been replaced, would its  identity have changed and could the above question even be posed? The film  concludes with an epilogue in which it is revealed that the organs received by  the three – and several others – belong to one man. But this only means that  parts of a ‘ship’ went to other ‘ships’ but that still does not touch upon the  issue of identity.  
                               As already indicated  there are severe logical fallacies in some of the film’s other notions as well  but most of those endorsing Ship of  Theseus have still been excited. I am not sure that Anand Gandhi is conscious  of what is happening but his camera is always coming to his rescue. It arranges  distractions for us when the arguments themselves collapse and we move swiftly  quickly from intellectual engagement to experiencing sensory pleasure. The most  striking sequences in the film – like the Jain ascetics walking off to  god-knows-where but always in the most bewitching landscapes – have neither a  narrative not a philosophical purpose, but they are wonderfully shot.   
Some of the dialogue Anand Gandhi puts into his film  is even offensive in its immaturity. Here is one of Charvaka’s questions to  Maitreya: “As a monk you have taken a vow of celibacy. How, then, can you  engage in this kind of intellectual masturbation?” This is dialogue which only  an adolescent would write; still, Maitreya having no answer, it is apparently being  passed off as valid ‘philosophical enquiry’. The director cannot also take shelter here that it is Charvaka who is saying this because neither Charvaka nor Maithreya  is flesh and blood as much as competing viewpoints.  
		
  
		MK Raghavendra  
 
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