It is 1877 in Avadh, a quarter century India’s first “war” of Independence. A good looking ruler comes back from England, experiences passionate feelings for a ‘tawaaif’, and becomes more acquainted with some profound dull privileged insights about his parentage. He likewise discovers that the British are not-not every one of them, at any rate – the honest individuals he has come to trust; some of them can be scheming liars and savage killers. Muzaffar Ali’s period piece comes to us over three decades after his ‘UmraoJaan’, which depended on basically the same subject.
You connect reflexively for its memory when you see ‘Jaanisaar’: the more established film is legitimately an exemplary, with Rekha acing her part as the flawless ‘naatch-young lady’ and the eminent Farooq Sheik as the honorable man who loses his heart to her, the film an expressive demonstration of its times; of this one, the less said the better.