It could be that Nepali filmmakers feel constrained by the ostensible demand for conventional Bollywood-derived fare. Perhaps this is why it took a British director to offer us a different kind of Nepali movie. The Nepali-language Sick City, written and directed by Murray Kerr, recently made the unlikely leap from the Kathmandu International Mountain Film Festival (where it won the Juror's Prize) to Jai Nepal. Audiences had all of a week to judge for themselves.
That Sick City is a new breed of Nepali cinema is obvious as soon as we are introduced to the protagonist, Krishna (Arpan Thapa). He's on the run, weaving through Kathmandu's thoroughfares to his family�from whom he promptly borrows money to pay off his pursuers. Krishna is a drug peddler in the employ of a gangster, and Thamel is his playground. At least in the dance bars and alleys of what is now much more than a tourist zone, Kerr's vision of a metropolis where money means all and corrupts everything it touches is a believable one. The understated Krishna, constantly brushing off well-meaning, preachy types as he hurtles towards his doom, is a good a guide as any to Kathmandu's underbelly. And Kerr's handycam shots, imaginative editing and pulsating soundtrack are appropriate to the subject at hand.
Of course, one expects a realist movie to be consistently so. When Sick City falters, then, it stands out that much more. This is perhaps unfair, given the low budget on which the movie was made, and even more so in comparison to the stilted fantasies of Kollywood. Nonetheless, the linear narrative could have been streamlined further; a friend even suggested it could be completely remade for the international market.
That's for Kerr to decide. For the time being, as he declared before the premiere, he wants "to show Nepali filmmakers that there are other ways to make movies". With Sick City, Nepal finally has an indie movie on mainstream release. One hopes the momentum it has provided will encourage these Nepali filmmakers to take more risks and portray the other realities of a capital and a country that, while certainly afflicted to various degrees, is far from moribund.
Rabi Thapa