Go, Kalinda, go!

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Photo credit: CBS

Very pleased to see Archie Panjabi among the Emmy nominees just announced for her excellent work in CBS series The Good Wife.

That show has been one of the best written, most intelligent and consistently surprising series to come along in several years.  It’s layered and textured and never takes a misstep.  And one of the characters I most look forward to each week is Panjabi’s Kalinda, for her brains and her strength and her unpredictable edge.

Here’s an interview I did with her several years back at the time of the release of A Mighty Heart.

Farewell Outsourced

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L to R: Anisha Nagarajan, Rizwan Manji, Rebecca Hazlewood, Parvesh Cheena, Sacha Dhawan, Ben Rappaport

So the email-writing campaign did not achieve its objective and NBC has cancelled Outsourced, which was sad news to wake up to on a Saturday morning. 

I watched every episode of the season and am sorry to see it go.  Ok, the writing may have been a bit uneven at times, but I chalked that up to the writers trying to write the show for the largest American audience they could hope to interest and entertain, while somewhere in the back of their minds attempting to not totally dumb-down (or water-down) Indian culture for the members of the South Asian community who would most certainly tune in to see how they’re being portrayed for middle Amrika.

While some critics (and others) piled on early and hard in expressing their dislike of the show, I ignored them.  I watched and I stayed with it for a variety of reasons: first, because I was so pleased to see so many actors of South Asian origin (as well as five of the writers) employed and showcased in one sitcom on a major US network, and as part of a line-up on what has traditionally been a big TV night at NBC.  It was thrilling to witness this historic and ground-breaking moment in time taking place, and I was really pulling for the show to succeed. 

Moreover, I was curious to see which other South Asian actors would make guest appearances during the season (such as Samrat Chakrabarti as the arrogant head of the elite call center on the Holi episode or Ajay Mehta as Vimi’s haughty Dad).

Another reason I stayed with the show was because I was curious to see how they would explain Indian and American cultural practices while also managing to be funny, and I wondered if they’d ever accidentally step on any toes.

But finally, I tuned in every week because Outsourced grew on me.  There was humor, but there was also heart as the characters’ lives and worries and foibles were revealed bit-by-bit.  The story lines around sexual harassment in the workplace, going on an office retreat and competing on an Indian Idol type show were some of my favorites, as different cast members had their chances to shine.  These scenes often included music, such as Madhuri (Anisha Nagarajan) singing her solo in the competition and revealing what an amazing voice she has, or Gupta (Parvesh Cheena) leading a dance number (or actually, as it would turn out, several dance numbers).

As a Hindi movie fan, I was delighted by how many times the show managed to insert excerpts of recent fillum songs (like when they played Dil Se’s legendary “Chaiyya Chaiyya” as Todd attempted to squeeze onto the train to get to the retreat?  Perfect!)  and hoped that this would send my fellow Americans to their computers to find out what those songs were and maybe get interested in the huge industry most likely known to them as Bollywood.

I must confess I did find myself at times pondering “Ok, I watch this show because of a deep interest in India, but what about people out there who have no connection to the country at all, what do they make of Outsourced and what are they liking that brings them back each week?” 

As we now do the Saturday-morning-quarterbacking and speculate on what led to the demise of Outsourced, I have to wonder if it was due to fact that the writers had so many characters from the ensemble to develop and flesh out in such a short timeframe each episode.  If this were a one-hour drama like ER, for example, you’d have had double the time to reveal each person’s back story and what makes them tick (heck, that took years on Lost!). 

For Outsourced, the writers had 20+ minutes to do that AND make people laugh AND all the while include some brief explanation of some aspect of Indian or American culture, all of which couldn’t have been easy (in fact, this is the image that comes to mind when I think of them trying to do all that).  I believe that is also why Outsourced took a little while to find its feet and reveal the heart at the center of it all.  It’s a pity NBC couldn’t see fit to give them at least one more season before choosing to pull the plug.

To be fair, though, I do give NBC credit for having done what no other network has dared since the ill-fated ABC attempt with All American Girl (starring Margaret Cho) back in 1994.  And I liked how they included extras on the Outsourced website, describing elements of Indian culture for the uninitiated.  For example, they have this about wedding traditions, as well as quizzes about India and Indian baby names. 

One complaint about the NBC Outsourced site: the merch!  How can a show set in a country that has such a long and rich tradition of beautiful, diverse, color-laden design yield such bland t-shirts and the like?   Hello, Tantra anyone? What a sqandered opportunity!

I will miss the characters and the actors from the Thursday night line-up on NBC: Gupta/Parvesh Cheena, Rajiv/Rizwan Manji, Madhuri/Anisha Nagarajan, Manmeet/Sacha Dhawan, Asha/Rebecca Hazlewood and yes, I suppose also their babe-in-the-desi-woods boss and foil, Todd/Ben Rappaport.  In addition to seeing them on the show, it has been fun following them on Twitter.  Congrats to all of them for their work this past season and I look forward to seeing them in other projects.

You can catch a really interesting and fun one-hour SAJA/SAMMA webcast with several actors and writers from Outsourced here.

The new, desified Upstairs, Downstairs

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Shown: (left to right) Eileen Atkins as Lady Maud Holland, Claire Foy as Lady Persie, Nico Mirallegro as Johnny Proude, Art Malik as Amanjit Singh, Ellie Kendrick as Ivy Morris, Neil Jackson as Harry Spargo, Keeley Hawes as Lady Agnes Holland, Ed Stoppard as Sir Hallam Holland, Adrian Scarborough as Mr. Pritchard, Jean Marsh as Rose Buck, and Anne Reid as Mrs. Thackeray. Photo: BBC/MASTERPIECE Co-production

 

If you too do some desi-spotting – that is, noticing when some reference to or influence from the Subcontinent appears in a non-South Asian setting or context – then tune in to tonight to your local PBS station for the first of the three-part series of the new Upstairs, Downstairs.

The story picks up at number 165 Eaton Place in Belgravia, London several years after the previous family of aristocrats and their servants vacated the house.

A young diplomat, Sir Hallam Holland (played by Ed Stoppard), and his wife, Lady Agnes (Keeley Hawes) are returning from a posting in Washington, DC and are about to take up residence at the former Bellamy home, after they do extensive renovations.   No sooner are they standing amid dropcloths in the foyer, examining a shortlist of possible maids, when the family matriarch, Lady Maud Holland (played by Dame Eileen Atkins) waltzes in with an urn of her late husband’s ashes tucked under one arm and announces that she is back from her three-decade sojourn in India, to settle down to write her memoirs.   As you might guess, her daughter-in-law, whom she’s never met, is less than thrilled.

Lady Holland has not returned from India alone.   In that same scene in the foyer we soon meet Solomon, her monkey who has a fondness for sweet tea and thick cut marmalade, and Mr. Amanjit (Art Malik), Lady Holland’s personal secretary, always elegant in charcoal three-piece suits, cufflinks and a turban, who we soon see is most adept at handling not just the monkey, but also his imperious boss.

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Art Malik as Mr. Amanjit

Art Malik, you may recall, shot to fame in 1984 after playing the vulnerable, between-two-worlds Hari Kumar in the British mini-series The Jewel in the Crown based on Paul Scott’s “Raj Quartet” of novels.   He also had starring roles in A Passage to India and The Far Pavillions around the same time.   In the late “˜80s and into the “˜90s, other roles came his way – the British- educated mujahedin in a Bond film, and a terrorist opposite Ahhhhhnold in True Lies and again in Path to Paradise, a film about the first World Trade Center bombers.

As with the first Upstairs, Downstairs, the new series follows the intrigues and day-to-day dramas of the wealthy Holland family, and those of their serving staff (housekeeper, butler, cook, footman, maid).   Over these three Sundays, they will include run-ins with Wallis Simpson, celebrity photog Cecil Beaton, Fascist Sir Oswald Mosely, and a German Jewish woman who had left behind her own “Upstairs” life (silk nightgowns, a mink coat, her own maid) and fled the Nazis, to work as a maid in London.   The only returning member from the original cast is Jean Marsh, reprising her crucial role as Rose Buck, the heart of the whole enterprise, and it is wonderful to see her again, now, older and wiser, but still Rose.

Starting from the opening credits (a slow-mo shot of the crystal chandelier twirling and sparkling), the series is high on gloss and appearance, from the many slinky evening gowns and jewels to the gorgeous period furniture, to the set for 165 Eaton Place itself (which looks and has been declared by the cast to be solid enough as to feel like a genuine house).   But even sitting by the fire with the servants enjoying a chocolate biscuit and Palm Court Orchestra on the wireless, you do feel as if you are there among the characters.

India is ever-present in the mini-series, in the décor of Lady Holland’s study – which has a distinctly Orientalist feel of that time to it (richer, deeper colors, a leopard skin, with head still attached, draped over one chair) – and in her dress (for a cocktails party she wears a gold and green ensemble with a zari border), and often summoned in her speech, with reference to a bazaar in Bangalore and the soothing lily pond she had installed at the back of her home in Delhi.

And then there is the unflappable and always proper Mr. Amanjit, with razor-sharp folds in his burgundy or navy turbans, and the tic of always adjusting his French cuffs and cufflinks as he embarks on one task or another.   At first, he seems somewhat apart, not quite with the downstairs crowd, yet not really with the aristocrats either.   The distance from the servants arises from Lady Maud’s directive that his meals be served to him on a tray in the morning room, but eventually, with the nudging of Rachel (the German refugee) he is able to broker a relationship with them.

As one member of an ensemble cast of 12, the screen time one gets is limited, and the opportunities are few to really shine, but over the three hours writer Heidi Thomas has given each cast member their “party piece”, as they say in Ireland, that is, their bit where they can show what they’ve got.   I was particularly fond of and touched by the gentle friendship that developed between Rachel and Mr. Amanjit, which you will see in the second episode.   It provides Mr. Malik an opportunity to give us a glimpse at the human heart behind all that reserve.

Friends will know that, aside from the delight at revisiting Upstairs, Downstairs after such a long time, I was particularly anticipating Art Malik’s role in this series, as I think he’s got much talent that we sadly don’t get to see a lot of over on this side of the puddle.   For example, I’ve heard nothing but great things about his time on the medical drama Holby City  in the UK, yet for some reason it’s never made it over here.   (Hello, BBC America, perhaps we might have a few less Gordon Ramsay marathons and a few new dramatic series, yes?)

One avenue any budding Malik fans out there can explore is his reading of books on tape/CD/MP3.   My appreciation for Mr. Malik’s work soared years ago after I found his recording of an abridged version of Salman Rushdie’s The Moor’s Last Sigh and it is a treasure.   First, you have the rather silken quality of his voice anyway, but when you combine that with his ability to do a myriad of different voices and accents for all the characters piled into TMLS, you too will appreciate his talent.

In more recent years, he has done Something to Tell You by Hanif Kureishi which is also wonderful and at times hilarious.   And my most recent and best beloved acquisition is the Silksoundbooks recording of Art Malik doing Rudyard Kipling’s The Just-So Stories - complete with Kipling’s illustrations.   They are pure joy as he reads them, and also terribly smart and funny.   Shame on me for never having read them before!   The tales of the little Ethiopian girl and her father creating the alphabet are alone worth the price of admission.

And finally, here is a trivia question: which two members of the cast of the new Upstairs, Downstairs have a connection to the illustrious Kapoor family of actors in India?

Answer: Art Malik and Ed Stoppard.

Here’s how it is: Art Malik once starred on the British and American stage along with Felicity Kendal (bhabhi to Shashi Kapoor, who was married to her sister Jennifer – you must check them out together in Merchant Ivory’s Bombay Talkies).   The two were in a play called Indian Ink, written by Tom Stoppard, who is the father of Ed Stoppard (Sir Hallam Holland in U,D).   Moreover, as a child, Tom Stoppard fled from Europe during the 1940s with his family and ended up living in Darjeeling for a period of time.

See it or skip it?

If you loved the original series, or if you ever loved anything that the former Masterpiece Theater (now just Masterpiece) has run in the past, then by all means, don’t miss Upstairs, Downstairs.   It has all the thousand-and-one magnificent small details that make all their productions so rich.

And even if you have never seen Masterpiece before, but enjoy crisp writing and some priceless lines delivered by a wonderful ensemble cast in an evocative setting, you should catch it too.

Anthony Bourdain Launches “Medium Raw” in NYC

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC
Yesterday, the man who consumed bhang in Rajasthan and later curled up in a ball on the sand to sleep it off, the man who provided this enlightening glimpse into the rules and regs of cricket, the man who once declared while eating kebabs in Bombay “No hairnet and latex gloves here“, New Jersey-born chef, world traveler, writer  and TV personality  Anthony Bourdain, kicked off the launch of his latest book Medium Raw with two meet-and-greets on the same  day in – where else? – New York city.

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

He appeared at the Wall Street Borders at lunchtime for one reading & signing, and then turned up punctually for the 7pm event at the Union Square Barnes and Noble. Don’t know about the Borders scene, but the evening reading was SRO. Every seat of every row was filled (no holding for tardy friends permitted) and beyond that, the standees were corralled behind ropes of various sorts, until the Bourdain-gawkers eventually took over the whole fourth floor of the establishment, spreading out in all directions. I’d say there had to be – easily – several hundred people present.

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

Mr. Bourdain loped energetically to the podium   and with much more of a “gee whiz – aw schucks” attitude toward the multitude assembled to see him than I might have expected. He read for about 10 minutes and then took a nice long time (25 minutes?) to answer questions from the seated and standing masses at the front and back of the room.

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

With the exception of one frantically shrieked question from the back – “How do you grill a steak?” – Mr. Bourdain responded to all audience questions with a minimum of snark and a maximum of frankness and humor. He didn’t take any bait on the Alan Richman question and instead directed the audience to the chapter in Medium Raw entitled Alan Richman is a Douchebag.

He touched several times on the topic of eating what some folks might consider pets, or unappetizing meals (cue mental pictures of the Namibian warthog anus), with variations on the same theme of “If someone is gracious enough to offer me the hospitality of their home, especially if they are of very limited financial means, and they have gone to the expense and the  trouble to prepare me their local protein-based delicacy, in this case, let’s say a stew of puppy dog heads, then I say “˜Bring on the puppies’”. The latter example received more than a few agonized groans.

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

Bourdain cited lechon as his favorite form of pork, and the shout-out was hailed enthusiastically by a group of what I am guessing were Filipino fans. When pressed to name a local favorite pizza joint, at first he demurred saying “No way”¦..I know there are already several pizza snobs in this room”¦” but then he relented and named Serafina. For Paris-bound audience members, Bourdain raved about a bistro called Le Chateaubriand that serves a 40 Euro prix-fixe meal. He said the last time he was there with buddy and fellow chef Eric Ripert, he was pretty sure Ripert cried at the table, so moved was he by the meal.

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

And in case you’re wondering what that white design is on Tony’s t-shirt, here’s a close-up of it:

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

As for desis in the crowd, based on what I observed, I’d say they accounted for maybe 5% or less of the audience, but then again, I don’t think Tony’s India show on No Reservations was that great on the whole, even with the amazing cricket segment. I recall a Bollywood movie casting skit that was rather airless and even some of the Rajasthan material was kinda’ meh, considering how vibrant and interesting both Bourdain and India are.

I’d really love to see Tony and crew set off for somewhere extreme and mountainous like Ladakh or maybe over to Bhutan, especially if they will include footage of the wild and trippy approach  to Paro airport.

It was an interesting, fun event and we were glad we stayed, even though we had to stand through the whole thing. I never imagined the crowd would be a large as it was. I overheard one woman comment that her roommate got there at 4pm to get a seat.

One word to the Barnes and Noble event-planning folks“¦.when 1 or 2 of your customers stop on the way out, at a display of the guest author’s various books, to decide which other of his titles they may wish to buy in addition to the one they are already carrying (and, ok, maybe to also snap a few quick photos of the guest speaker), can you please, please, please, tell the pair of snarling martinets who are stationed by the escalators to display at least a modicum of manners when dealing with the buying public, please? We are, after all, most likely to hand over several tens of dollars of our hard-earned cash and it would be ever-so-lovely to be treated like a welcome guest in your establishment, rather than a freeloading pain-in-the-derrière who you can’t wait to show to the door.

 Anthony Bourdain Launches Medium Raw in NYC

And, to close, here is an amusing  account of someone else’s Bourdanian experience yesterday.

Can’t you guys get it together?

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It was great news earlier this year when Directv’s HindiDirect package added several new channels to the line-up, including another 24-hour news channel, two more NDTV channels (but, alas, not NDTV Imagine, which is the one I’d rather have) and, joy of joys, UTV Movies (all movies, all the time!).

Great, right?

Well, in theory, yes, except for one major glitch: whenever you hit the Guide button on your remote, if you’re trying to find out what’s on, or what’s coming up, on MTV India or UTV Movies – good luck!   Both channels’ schedules are routinely waaaaaaaaaay off, which, aside from being generally frustrating is also really annoying if you’re setting up your DVR to record.

One example: let’s say you see that MTV India is going to show the latest episode of their reality show Rock On! This past Saturday it was supposed to be on at 12:30pm, that is, at least according to the on-screen Directv guide.   In reality, they were broadcasting an episode of their Project Runway-type show Making the Cut.   No sign of Rock On! anywhere.   In the months since the series launched, I have so far managed to catch only one episode, and that was completely by accident.

Another example: you see in the guide that UTV Movies is going to screen Laawaris at 5pm on a Saturday, but you’re going to be out, so you set up the DVR to record from, say, 5pm to 8:30pm, adding that extra 30 minutes for good measure.   You come home Saturday night/Sunday morning and take a look at what taped, and guess what?   You got the last hour of Bhooth Uncle, and the first 2/3 of Laawaris, but not the whole thing.   At least here, unlike the MTV situation, the workaround is to set the DVR to tape a good extra hour or even 90 minutes, to allow for such mistakes.

But you know what?   That is not an acceptable solution, certainly not when I’m paying extra for this “service”.   Why should I have to keep making allowances and eat up all that precious space on my DVR because all your various departments and sub-departments can’t manage to synchronize the timings of what you broadcast with the on-screen guide?   It can’t be that hard.   After all, the three Star channels you offer are always spot on in terms of matching the on-screen guide to what actually gets broadcast.

I tried calling Directv customer service about this one day and, in essence, I was told “Sorry, we can’t do anything about those foreign channels.”   Undaunted, I also spoke to someone at the UTV offices here in the US and was also told “Sorry, that’s for Directv to sort out, not us.”

To add further salt to the wound, what shows up in the mail last week but this cute little glossy “programme guide”   (ha ha) from Directv for that same package of Hindi channels, touting its great international service and purporting to contain broadcast information for November and December.

Well, dear John A. De Armas, Vice President of WorldDirect, maybe you could set up a meeting with your Hindi channel team and your IT team and see if we could actually get the on-screen guides right.

Either that, or you could refund part of our monthly fees, since we’re not getting a complete or accurate service.   What say you?   I’ve been a loyal customer for a few years now and I think we all deserve better.

Abhiwarya on Oprah today

 Abhiwarya on Oprah today

Set your DVRs for 4pm (EST) today…..Oprah’s topic for this show is “The Most Famous People in the World” and two of the guests are the Hindi fillum biz power couple Aishwarya Rai Bachchan and delish hubby Abhishek Bachchan.   The segment was filmed a few weeks ago.

In the teaser clip on Oprah’s website, she asks the couple “I heard you’ve never kissed on screen, is that true?” And then there’s a shot of AB 2.0 giving the Missus a peck on the cheek as chaste as I’d give the local clergyman.

Wonder if Abhi will teach Stedman how to wrap a dhoti?