Coolie, of course, made at the time of the looming threat from video, was not merely a film but ‘‘an important media event’’. It was on the sets of Coolie that AB had nearly died. Printed on the screen in two freeze-shots during the fight-scene, in English, Hindi and Urdu, is, ‘‘This is the shot in which Amitabh Bachchan was seriously injured.’’ Haham admits Coolie is an uneven film: its pacing is faulty and ‘‘certain basic plot assumptions—are incomprehensible.’’But then, that was never the point, was it? And Haham recognises that, approaching Desai’s unique masala genre with openness and humour. She describes the enduring legacy of Manmohan Desai’s films: such as in Khalid Mohammed’s Fiza, which showed the living streets of Bombay, the coastline and the beautiful Haji Ali shrine (where the final fight scene of Coolie was played out). The sheer energy of Desai’s films, their inventiveness, their spirited music.His biggest legacy, of course, was that from black and white days in 1960 to colour from 1968 to 1988, he provided rollicking, popcorn, mirch-masala entertainment. Films about brothers and families (after all, one of his early films was Raampur ka Lakshman; another was Bhai Ho to Aisa), life-and-death friendships, good guys and bad guys, lots of romance, and lots of song and dance. The kind of films that should be watched in large groups, sitting in the back stalls, whistling and stomping your feet.And that’s the legacy that leads Haham to encounter, years later and quite unexpectedly on a Paris street, a drunken man weaving down the sidewalk, singing a song from Dharam Veer: ‘‘Main galiyon ka raja, tum mahalon ki rani’’. As she points out, the inhabitants of Paris rarely sing. But ‘‘years later and far from his Bombay home, Manmohan Desai, who had also known both sadness and joy, was still pleasing a member of his public.’’Enchantment of the Mind is a warm tribute, laced with humour and affection, to a film-maker who loved to entertain.
