![]() ![]() ![]() It’s interesting that Chadha’s most recent films – 2017’s Viceroy’s House, an uncritical portrait of the Mountbattens during India’s partition, and now the slickly commercial Blinded By the Light – are both period pieces centring on the British aspect of her own British Asian-ness. Her breakout film, Bend It Like Beckham, harnessed British football fanaticism to make a persuasive case for multiculturalism, while Bride and Prejudice brilliantly reimagined Jane Austen’s matchmaking Mrs Bennet as an interfering Indian mother. The director has always been fascinated by dual identity her debut was 1990’s I’m British But, a wry, sparky documentary made for Channel 4 that celebrated British-Asian identity, while 1993’s Bhaji on the Beach dealt with generational conflicts between Indian women. There’s a kinship between Springsteen – another working-class dreamer from a small town who suffers a tumultuous relationship with his conservative father – and Jay, but it’s as though Chadha doesn’t trust her audience to draw a connection between the two. Song cues become intolerably literal Independence Day marks a falling out between Jay and his father, Malik ( Goodness Gracious Me’s Kulvinder Ghir). Jay begins unironically reciting Bruce lyrics in place of dialogue. The lyrics to Dancing in the Dark appear as on-screen text, flashing up karaoke style, spinning around Jay’s head. The film’s puppyish enthusiasm – for both Springsteen and the unifying power of music – is potent.Ġ2:40 Watch the trailer for Blinded by the Light - videoīut the reliance on his back catalogue is both its greatest strength and its biggest weakness. ![]() To her credit, Chadha knows how to please a crowd. The characters and the world around them feel slight, but the emotional rush is real as Jay leans in for his first kiss while Prove It All Night roars a crowded street party that erupts into a chorus of Thunder Road has a similarly joyful effect. It unfolds as a series of Springsteen-soundtracked set pieces, each shamelessly engineered to maximise catharsis, cheering and possibly weeping from the audience. It is gleefully dorky, hopelessly earnest, sincere, quite possibly to a fault. Let it be said now that writer-director Gurinder Chadha’s unabashed “feelgood” jukebox musical is not cool. Manzoor has seen Springsteen in concert more than 150 times, and has previously explained that he never had a cool role model to influence his tastes. An aspiring writer with a proud, domineering father, Javed’s desire for independence is further stirred when he starts sixth-form college and a new friend, turbaned Sikh Roops (Aaron Phagura), introduces him to the music of Bruce Springsteen.Īlready considered unfashionable dad rock by the late 80s (“Synths are the future,” insists best friend Matt), the Boss might seem a slightly strange beacon for Jay to be drawn to (or indeed blinded by), but the film, a coming-of-age tale about the escape route that music can provide for a suburban teenager, is based on the memoirs of journalist Sarfraz Manzoor, and also co-written by him. ![]() “M ake loads of money, kiss a girl, get out of this dump.” The year is 1987, the dump is Luton, and the humble dreams belong to British Pakistani teenager Javed, aka “Jay” (Viveik Kalra, handsome and likably guileless). ![]()
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