The Buddha of Suburbia

Karim's mother is English and his father is Indian. Therefore Karim has some problems with life in British society which is becoming more and more racist and intolerant; he experiences this especially when he wants to find himself a way of becoming an actor.

While I know nothing about racism in England, especially in the 1970s, this was a rather interesting film because it had the Indian/English focus, as opposed to the black/white focus we tend to have with American films. It is a different dynamic, and I have to wonder how it all works there. I don't think of Indians as being one of the more hated racial groups, but in England you do have that colonialism stigma factored in.

Naveen Andrews nailed it. I was not aware of who he was until "Lost", but this mini-series shows he was a great actor long before that. I have to wonder why he wasn't noticed sooner. Then again, he seems to be stuck with ethnically ambiguous roles (on "Lost" he was Iraqi), so maybe his full value is not appreciated yet.

A very good adaptation of a great book. Fantastic performances, especially the wonderful Naveen Andrews, great depth of character, great writing. A story, really almost an epic one, of a young man coming to terms with his complex identity in the rapidly changing world of 70s England (suburbs and then london). The film didn't capture the atmosphere of the 70s as well as the book, but I suppose making it a real period piece would have distracted from the characters.

As usual, screenwriter /playwrite/ novelist Hanif Kureishi is brilliant in his portrayel of politics, sex, spirituality and fashion, and what happens when they start to become indistiguishible. I saw it actually as a series in England and was happy to see that was just as delightful as a whole, but I also recommend seeing it over two nights as its probably close to 4 hours all through. Also, the Bowie soundtrack is fantastic.

Then again, why should it be. Those who watch this and comment about it being vacuous, etc., did not watch the same film I did. Of course the film is less detailed than the novel. Of course there's going to be some "stereotyping". But have you ever seen a film that didn't? This film gave voice (in the body of beautiful Mr. Andrews) to a young emerging culture. That of the Indo-Brit who was born in England, not India. Trying to fit in, yet knowing the conservative party/culture at the time would not let them.

While not meant to be hysterical, this film has enough laughs to help you make it through its 220 minutes. It has enough passion to help you understand the feelings. And it has enough meaning to make you understand that not all things (causes, beliefs) can be folded neatly and packaged away for American viewers.

Watch this film. You will not want your time back. Cheers.

I really love this series which has the same off-kilter humour as 'Last Tango in Halifax'. The acting was superb, not a wrong note from anyone, especially Naveen Andrews as the amiable young man with a foot in both camps but belonging to neither, trying to please everyone at the same time. But I have two problems: It is virtually the same story as 'My Beautiful Laundrette'; the dysfunctional Pakistani family in Britain unwilling to give up their traditions while happily availing themselves of the opportunities Britain has to offer; the English born son with no connection to Pakistan, who considers himself English, even though his English compatriots consider him a Pakistani and his family expects him to follow their tradition; the father's/uncle's English mistress; Roshann Seth playing the father in both films, in one a former successful writer/politician back home now gone to seed, in the other a phony new age guru; the English childhood friend; the feminist daughter determined to reject and resist her family's traditions. The only difference is that rather than opening a laundrette, one of the young men becomes a punk rock star, and the other an actor in a soap opera. It was as though Hanif Khoureshi was trying to cash in on the success of My Beautiful Laundrette. Some authors have built entire careers from writing the same novel over and over, but I would prefer something different from a gifted writer. As it is, when trying to remember parts of 'Laundrette' and 'Buddha', I am mixing the two in my mind.

The other problem was that either Naveen Andrews, with parents from in Kerala the far south of India, excellent actor that he is, was miscast as a half English youth, or Roshann Seth, a much lighter skinned Indian actor from northern India was miscast as his father. I found Naveen's dark complexion made his character too hard to believe. As both actors were superb, perhaps I am just being picky.

The overall theme, of the immigrant family trying to fit into English life while clinging to their cultural traditions was something every immigrant family goes through for at least two generations, whether they are from another country to Britain, or vice versa. Despite the engaging storyline and the brilliant casting, I have deducted two stars for the reasons discussed above.

Having enjoyed the quirky little "My Beautiful Laundrette," I was most disappointed by "The Buddha of Suburbia." The film is a disaster from beginning to end, and has the feeling that length was the sole purpose, as one sometimes feels when reading less-inspired 19th-century novels whose authors were paid by the word.

There are nearly an hour's worth of shots of people walking up stairs, crossing streets, and standing silently which would have been edited by any other director. There is truly no reason in the world for it to have gone over two hours. Furthermore, the production is shoddy. Lighting is bad, lines are mumbled, blocking awkward.

There is no "plot" per se, no shape to this massive mess. There are clues that it goes from the beginning to the end of the 70s, yet the events feel more like a three-year span.

The subject simply appears to be the myriad ways in which the people in young Karim's life find to ruin their happiness. Their confusions range from hopeless dedication to old-country ways, (arranged marriages), to faddish spirituality, the constriction of "liberating" politics, disposable families, drugs, etc.

With a theme like this, we want a character who struggles against the tides of spiritual emptiness. Karim's mother and brother might have fit the bill as the only characters with common sense, but they are virtually ignored.

Instead, the main character is Karim, who drifts helplessly on the currents that mangle the lives of those close to him. Life simply happens to Karim, everything that transpires is the result of someone else's plans. Only in the latter half of the film does he actually have any kind of goal at all (becoming an actor).

Never does he ever rise beyond being more than a helpless figure trying to be "nice," whether that means being a peacemaker, a lover, or a friend, or trying all three to find that none of them work. His relationships happen to him, and when they go south, he is unable do much more than voice a vague sense of complaint.

Now characters like this have excellent potential; consider "The Stranger," "Zelig," "The World According to Garp," or "Being There." But Karim is so dedicated to helplessness that our sympathies are never engaged for him.

And without a sympathetic character, a memorable line of dialogue, or even a sense of purpose, "The Buddha of Suburbia" is a waste.