The industry used to honor India’s secular ideals—but, since the rise of Narendra Modi, it’s been flooded with stock Hindu heroes and Muslim villains. Illustration by Avinash Weerasekera “For nearly a century, Bollywood has . . . worn the warm, self-satisfied gloss of being a passion that unifies a country of divisions,” Samanth Subramanian writes, in an illuminating reported piece in this week’s issue. “Not only are its audiences as mixed as India itself, filmmakers will say, but Bollywood is a place where caste and religion don’t matter.” At least, that was always the story—an entertainment juggernaut producing a thousand or so movies a year and representing a cosmopolitan vision of India at home and abroad. But whatever claims this version had to the truth have eroded in the face of the pervasive Hindu nationalism of Prime Minister Narendra Modi and his political followers, who through direct and indirect pressure have led to a warped and diminished slate of productions coming out of Bollywood, full of stock Muslim villains and “in lockstep with the right wing’s bigotry.” It’s an urgent reminder of the toll that political extremism, market forces, and self-censorship can take on a vital art form. —Ian Crouch, newsletter editor Support The New Yorker’s award-winning journalism. Subscribe today » |
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