At the 2001 Cannes Film Festival, days before I started shooting Bend
It Like Beckham, my friend Cameron McCracken at Pathé
Films asked me if I wanted to make a musical. He knew that in 1997 I
had tried to make a British Bollywood extravaganza which combined my
love of Bollywood and American musicals. A month into that shoot the
money from the Indian stars/producers dried up and the picture was never
completed. It remains the only bad experience I’ve ever had making
a film.
Did I want to go back there—to the world of glamorous stars,
endless costume changes, flamboyant musical numbers with hundreds of
dancers and erotically-charged fountains? Of course I did. A week later
I had an epiphany and knew exactly what I wanted to do. Growing up,
Pride and Prejudice was my favourite book. I decided that like
David Beckham, Jane Austen was another delicious English icon ripe for
subversion. I would take her Elizabeth Bennet—the ultimate, feisty
independent heroine of Brit Lit—and transform her into Lalita
Bakshi, a proud firecracker with brains and balls who wants more than
is expected of an Indian girl.
Whereas Austen explored eighteenth century class divisions, I wanted
to look at the first impressions we make of each other culturally in
today’s increasingly small world. Bride &
Prejudice was born. The Bennets would now be the Bakshis from
Amritsar—Hicksville, India. Darcy would be a rich hotelier from
L.A. and his best friend Bingley, a British Indian. Instead of meeting
at dancing balls, the characters would meet at weddings on three different
continents.
My life (and my work) has always been about celebrating the diaspora,
about seamlessly moving from England to India to the States. If so many
people like me move happily across every corner
of the world then why couldn’t my characters
and my film language do the same? This was my
shot at moving British filmmaking in a whole
new direction.
Once I started adapting the novel, I was convinced Jane Austen was
Indian in a previous life! The characters adapted so freely and the
story and themes fit perfectly into contemporary India. A hysterical
mother with four daughters to marry off, who couldn’t relate to
that?
Because I grew up watching Bollywood films in the same cinema that
screened The Sound of Music and
West Side Story, I’ve always had a great affection for
the playful chaos of Bollywood. Like India itself, it’s a cinema
of vibrant contradictions that works when it seems it shouldn’t.
Any cinema which combines boundless emotion with heartfelt innocence
(no kissing, we’re Indian!), laugh-out-loud humour, cheesy punch-ups
and a minimum of seven spectacular musical sequences is alright by me.
I could always see behind the kitsch (which is fab in all its camp
glory) and see the gifted technicians beneath the colourful surface.
I wanted to fuse Bollywood legends in front of and behind the camera
with an international cast and crew that would take Bollywood places
it’s never travelled.
Choosing my collaborators to bring the script to life was a joy. Anu
Malik is the greatest Bollywood composer of infectious pop songs with
joyful melodies. Saroj Khan is the godmother of Indian dance who’s
choreographed hundreds of songs since she started at age thirteen. Santosh
Sivan (a director in his own right of The Terrorist
and Asoka) is a masterful cinematographer
who’s won more National Awards (India’s equivalent to the
Oscars) than anyone can remember.
For my Lizzy Bennet, I chose Aishwarya Rai (Devdas),
a bewitching talent Julia Roberts described as ‘the most beautiful
woman in the world.’ For Darcy, I cast Martin Henderson (The
Ring), a Kiwi Cary Grant who’s a serious hottie with heart.
All that was left was to update my passport and shoot the thing.
Eighty days later, after a whirlwind shoot in London, Amritsar, Goa,
Bombay, Sedona, Beverly Hills, Santa Monica and Downtown L.A., I have
a film which honours Bollywood because it covers the gamut of all your
emotions. And—as is always the case when you make a film—it
somehow captures all the different sides of who I am and how people
like me see the world. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, it’s
romantic, it’s funny, it’s camp and it’s genially
subversive!