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Movie Review
The Black Prince:The Dark Saga of Last Sikh Maharaja


The Black Prince is a historical drama about the great Sikh emperor Maharaja Ranjit Singh’s son and the last king of Lahore Darbar Maharaja Duleep Singh and his journey to discover his own lost existence during his exiled life in England. If you watch films just for fun or to go to multiplexes to shun away the day to day stress, and you are a non-believer, especially not a follower of Sikh faith, then this film is absolutely not for you. Irrespective of all the above things if you still want to watch ‘The Black Prince’ then you should be someone who prefers realistic cinema. However, you'd have to bear with the lethargic screenplay for the first forty minutes. 
 
 
Inspired by the English novel ‘The Exile’ by former Indian diplomat and author Navtej Sarna and two other English books based on the real life of Maharaja Duleep Singh, The Black Prince is written and directed by Indian-born British actor, writer, director and producer Kavi Raz. The film begins from the point when Duleep (Satinder Sartaaj), living in England, succeeds in persuading his British guardian queen Victoria (Amanda Root) to allow him to visit his long lost mother Maharani Jinda (Shabana Azmi). At this point of life he has grown up as a firm believer of Christianity and is living a happy life adapted to English culture with the pension provided by the Queen. Affectionately, Queen Victoria calls Dulep Singh as ‘The Black Prince’ and shares a warm relation with him.
 
After the reunion with his long lost mother, Duleep learns about his past and his being. He leanrs that he's the successor of Lahore Darbar and how British rulers cunningly snatched him away from his mother at the age of five and annexed their glorious empire in British India after the sad demise of his father Maharaja Ranjit Singh. Learning about his tragic past, he vows to return to his own land and re-instate the lost Sikh Empire and faith of his own people, on his mother’s deathbed. The discovery of his tragic past and his mother’s death turns his life upside down. He starts yearning connect with his real being, his identity and his roots. Tossing between the cultural paradoxes, he plans his return to his homeland. Dejected by the rejection of his pleas, he starts preparing for the mutiny against British India to reclaim his throne. He goes to Paris, the US and Russia, to join hands with the rebellion enemies of Britain. But this turns out to be a painful journey. Feared of his return and regaining the unconquerable empire of his forefathers, British rulers start hampering his path. The rest of the story depicts his unending efforts to return to his own soil and his tragic death as a pauper in a hotel in Paris. 
 
With this film, Kavi Raz tries to rummage through that unexplored chapter of the history of Punjab, about which even the historians have no consensus. For the common audience this story might have been a historical journey if it could have succeeded in capturing the undivided attention for 118 minutes. Unfortunately Kavi’s screenplay is devoid of this miracle. The sequence in the beginning where Maharani Jinda narrates the whole story of the past to Duleep is out rightly boring and lethargic. While as director Kavi tried to insert flashback shots in between the Maharani’s narration, but instead of creating an impact through action, the narration turns out to be a burden. Shabana Azmi’s wonderful acting tries to infuse some life into the dull storytelling, but when story stands frozen at one point in the very beginning, the audience starts yawning. Her flawless satirical delivery, at a few occasions, to vent out her anger against British invaders, comes to rescue and gives a moment to smile. After Maharani Jinda’s death story starts to accelerate and paints the atmosphere into the deep gloomy helplessness of Duleep. After the dead slow beginning director becomes a jumping jack. The sequences demanding details pass in a flash. The director has deliberately desisted from exploring the layers of Duleep’s relationship with his two wives. Duleep leaves leaves his first wife and the child to return to his soil. However, the film is silent about why would he marry another woman while being busy in planning the rebellion in Paris. Before that, when he decides to move on to his mission, his first wife expresses her feelings for him, but later this relationship and the one with the other wife as well, remain obscured. Was Duleep apathetic and indifferent towards his own wives and children? We'd never know! That’s why in the end when he asks his son to fulfill his dreams he turns them down by terming them as outdated.
 
The strongest part of The Black Prince is its climax. The last Maharaja of Sikh Empire, who could never rein his kingdom, laying in the bed of a hotel room in Paris, looks fragile, but still sounding in high spirits, though helpless to do anything, forecasts the freedom of India from British Imperialism. Later a voice over tells us that the Maharaja was buried in a foreign land against his faith and his last wish to be cremated on his own soil in conformity with Sikh rituals. The struggle to bring his mortal remains to India is still going on. The royal clan, who reined the largest Sikh Empire once sprawling from Yamuna to Kabul-Kandhar, lost its last trace with his demise. 
 
Shabana Azmi is the real savior of The Black Prince. In her small appearance, she leaves an enduring impact. At some points she seems to struggle to pronounce Punjabi words, but that’s due to the bookish translation of dialogues. In a royal wardrobe, singer turned actor Satinder Sartaaj makes his screen presence felt in his debut role, but lacks that subtleness which such a complex character requires. He keeps wearing a gloomy look throughout the film and there is no variation of expressions in the changing course of action and atmosphere. Amanda Root is strictly okay as Queen Victoria while Jason Flemyng steals the show with the emotional rendering of his character of Dr. Login; the caretaker of Duleep Singh. 
 
Sartaaj is best at what he is known for; he penned down soulful lyrics and his deep voice leaves you longing for more. Especially the song ‘Dardan Wala Desh’ will definitely arouse a nostalgic feeling, in Punjabi Diaspora, about their belongingness to the motherland. Music by Prem and Hardeep is another feather in The Black Prince’s cap. Shot in breathtaking museums, palaces and monuments, Aaron C. Smith’s cinematography gives an antique look to each frame. Filmed in the candlelit backdrop the whole atmosphere is smitten with artistry. The editing could have been crispier. The overall feel of the film is like a tele serial.
 
Produced with a huge budget of $ 5 Million in English, Hindi and Punjabi, The Black Prince shatters all the high expectations. But if you are really interested in watching the mislaid journey of the last emperor of the great Sikh empire and you can endure the slow pace then you shouldn’t miss The Black Prince.


   Deep Jagdeep Singh

Deep Jagdeep Singh is a freelance journalist, Screenwriter and a Lyricist. http://www.facebook.com/deepjagdeepsingh.

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