For three decades, thousands of B-movies were producedâmade on paltry
budgets, rarely starring known faces but featuring a ton of sleaze and
wild ideas.
A white Fiat Padmini rolls through a creaky iron gate in the
dead of the night. A wooden door swings open. A balding man in an El
Bandito moustache emerges from a red-lit room. âYouâve brought a body?â he sneers at a quaking man as white as his clothes.
Bougainvillaea
branches shake, which means a storm is coming. Everyone is dressed head
to toe in white, including the âcorpseâ of a woman lying in the carâs
back seat. But, of course, she is still aliveâand now strangling her husband who dropped two bullets in her after she caught him âred-handedâ canoodling with his mistress.
Thunder and lightning. The gardener brandishes a sword. The
surprisingly-upright woman inches backwards, into her own grave. The
husband, straining through no less than nine shots, fills up the grave
with sand. His shirt is unscathed, but his hapless girlfriend, capable
of little more than screaming, is not. A hand pops out and grabs her
ankle. Thwack! The sword chops off the hand. Blood-soaked and lying on a bed of dried leaves, it wriggles. Youâd find it hard not to giggle.
The rest of Vinod Talwarâs Khooni Panja,
a low-budget horror movie released in August 1991, follows in much the
same vein: choppy editing, non-starter jokes, acting thatâll make you
cringe, an overuse of neon light, comically crafted costumes; but
suspense as thick as blood. In a year when Bollywood movies had little success at the box officeâSaajan, Saudagar, Hum and Phool Aur Kaante were but a few that did well that yearâthis rough-around-the-edges B-movie held the audienceâs attention.
It wasnât the only one. âThe golden era of B-movies
was between 1998 to 2003, but the complete era stretches from the late
1980s to the late 2000s,â says Aseem Chandaver, a B-movie buff who
worked as a researcher on the fascinating new documentary series Cinema Marte Dam Tak,
streaming on Amazon Prime Video. For three decades, thousands of these
movies were producedâmade on paltry budgets, rarely starring known faces
but featuring a ton of sleaze and wild ideas. Unwittingly comic? Sure.
Ahead of their time? Maybe. But a loyal, cult following? Absolutely.
ââB
movieâ is an American term,â says Chandaver, âfor the film that, say,
Roger Corman [âThe King of Cultâ as he was popularly known] would shoot
on the cheap with the thousands of feet of reel left over from the main
project. In India, these films were high concept but badly executed.
They had the vision to do something more than what Bollywood could do, but lacked the money, talent and skill.â
By multiple accounts, the first of these stalwarts was Joginder Shelly, the âenfant terrible of Hindi cinemaâ who began making horror,
taboo and action films in 1960. âHe created the model for truly
guerilla films: How do you make a film for Rs 5 lakh, how do you
distribute and exhibit it?â Shelly demonstrated the bankability of gonzo
films with the âsuperhitâ Ranga Khush (1975), which came at the height of the dacoit era in the 1970s and gave Sholay stiff competition.
With Pyasa Shaitan (1984), he bought the rights to a
Malayalam movie starring Kamal Haasan. He kept scenes with Haasan
intact, shot some âhot scenesâ in Hindi, and stitched it all together.
It was one of the first examples of the âbitsâ technique, says
Chandaver, which was a hallmark of the B-movieâwhere filmmakers
shot âhotâ scenes separately and left them out of the versions sent to
the censor board for clearance, which would be inserted into the
projectors at opportune momentsâand a big reason for their mammoth
success.
Alongside a league of prehistoric films; and BK Adarshâs tarty Public Service Announcement films like Jawaani Ki Kahaniâboth
supposedly educational, but actually quite pornographicârose Talwar,
and his arch nemesis, Mohan Bhakri. Both took their cue from the success
of the Ramsay Brothersâthe pioneers of horror in Bollywoodâand both minted money on the back of their low-budget jump scares, with âbitsâ thrown in.
The
tempo rose in the â90s, as more makers appeared on the scene, churning
out films at faster speed and ever lower budgets. There was Harinam
Singh, who Chandaver calls the âTommy Wiseau of Indiaâ. âKhooni Dracula
(1992) was made in a beg-borrow-steal mode. The first scene features a
dracula, but they couldnât even afford a coffin. So the dracula is shown
lying on the grass in a childrenâs garden,â laughs Chandaver. âBut the music is somehow great. When I put out the Khooni Dracula theme song on YouTube in 2008 or so, people were legit recreating it. It went viral!â
Then there was Teerat Singh. âSuch a wild guy that the first and second halves of his films donât match,â says Chandaver. âIn Sir Kati Laash (1999), the headless ghost of a man transforms into a woman to have sex with the male servant of the house! In the second half of another film, Khooni Ilaaka: The Prohibited Area (1999), he has duplicates of Bollywood stars staying in this locality who get killed off one by one.â
The
golden era of B-movies belonged to the estranged brothers Kishan and
Kanti Shah; especially the latter, whose blockbuster films like Loha (1997) and Gunda
(1998) starred A-list actors like Dharmendra and Mithun Chakraborty.
âKanti Shah is the greatest, he is the Roger Corman of India,â says
Chandaver. On an industry level, people returned to work with them
because they knew how to multiply money, they paid cash-in-hand on a
daily basis, and they rarely had back debts. âThings like womenâs sexuality mattered a lot to Kanti; he depicted women as horny as men.â
But this wasnât just happening in Mumbai. In Kerala, filmmakers like Purushottam (Haiwaan)
had realised early that they needed to designate a separate category
for âthrillsâ. In Tamil Nadu, Silk Smitha reigned through much of the
â90s. âA whole league of experimentation was going on around her. She
would be in spy, karate, sci-fi flicks. Thereâs even a Rajnikant movie, Fauladi Mukka, a Shaolin sort of film, that went the B-grade route and starred Smitha. She was doing her own stunts while looking hot.â
Chandaver,
whose personal collection currently holds about 400 B-movies sourced
from around the country, says thereâs a depth that is often disregarded.
âWhy I love that bygone era is because that entire scene had a peculiar
aesthetic,â he says. âThey worked hard on their posters. A lot of them
were like the giallo films of Italy,
with that yellow tint. The themes were taboo, things that mainstream
Bollywood could not provide: a lot of dominatrix themes, spectrophilia,
homoeroticism.â
In her paper âI Wasnât Born With Enough Middle
Fingersâ, Dr Aditi Sen of Queenâs University studies the low-budget
films of everyone from Harinam Singh to Vikram Bhatt a
nd argues that
âBollywood low-budget films fulfil the basic function of horror
moviesâthat is, they subvert mainstream moral order and sexual
morality. These films open up the space for dialogues that mainstream
cinema has totally neglected. Particularly, in the areas of incest,
female lust, and the othering of male sexuality and transgender
identities.â
âThe heroines mattered, actors rarely did,â agrees Chandaver. âSapna Sappu (frequently starring in Kanti Shahâs films) was the Deepika Padukone
of her time. The grammar-breaking and the no-fucks-given attitude that
these people had⦠it was a much more liberated time. They really
understood their audience.â
Another big reason for the dominance
of B-movies (and their eventual demise, ironically) was technology. As
Vibhushan Subba, a professor at IIT Bombay, wrote in his 2016 paper âThe
Bad-Shahs of Small Budgetâ, focused on Shah brothers: âThe â80s saw the
rise of cassette culture in India with the introduction of the VCR. An
estimated one million colour
television sets were imported as a result of the governmentâs policy
change, with the total number of sets in India increasing from five
thousand to five million in less than two years.â
This meant the upper classes retreated indoors for more private entertainment, leaving public theatres for the working classes. Subba quotes Ramesh Sippy, the director of Sholay,
as saying: âFilms started to deteriorate in their content because they
had to appeal to the lowest denominator, which meant more basic kind of
films.â
The B-movieâs fall from grace was a result of multiple factors, and
that was despite the support of then CBFC chief Vijay Anand:
overreaching by greedy producers, tighter scrutiny and police raids, the
rise of the multiplex, the arrival of the Internet and greater access to pornography. B-movies had also become reviled as films for people who were ânot like usâ.
The change happened seemingly overnight. Chandaver recalls how the single-screen theatre, Paradise, in Mahim, near where he lives, transformed from a grimy B-movie hub that was screening Ravi Baseraâs Khandala House in the summer, into a shiny, renovated space screening Aamir Khanâs Ghajini by the end of 2009.
In
that final decade, B-movies became the preserve of the VHS-VCD circuit
too; with copies retailing at Victoria Library in Mahim and Lamington
Road in Mumbai, and Palika Bazaar in Delhi. Online, Chandaver has been
sourcing DVDs
for his collection from Induna.com since 2010. All the big players in
the CD spaceâMoserbear, Shemaroo, Raj Video, Priya Video, Bombino VCD,
Pen videoâhave remastered their titles into VCDs. Ultra is even
rendering B-movies in 4K right now.
The demand has clearly not diminishedâTalwarâs Khooni Panja
has garnered 3.3 million views since it was uploaded to the YouTube
channel MovieHub a year ago. But the supply hasnât either. âEveryone has
a camera now,â says Chandaver. âUttar Kumar in Haryana is a walking,
talking industry by himself. He makes four movies a year. In Dear vs Bear (2014), he plays a footballer who gets trapped in a jungle, and he actually defeats a group of bears by playing football.â
Chandaver also mentions films like the upcoming Target India, by a âliving legendâ called Vijay Saxena (âwhich may not be his real nameâ); Dinesh Makwanaâs Woh Ban Gaya Killer (2017), with a travelling screening schedule; and Sumnash Kaljaiâs Leera the Soulmate
(2018), touted as Indiaâs first fully VFX film. And then there is the
host of erotica appsâUllu, Kukkoo, Prime Play and many more, the
majority of whose content, says Chandaver, is being produced in Meerut.
The old Mumbai guard continues to work. âDilip Gulati (Jaan Lada Denge, Jungle Beauty) has recently made one on the Sushant Singh Rajput
tragedy. Kishan sends erotica to these apps. Kanti has built his own
app with Sapna. Talwar works as a production guy in Boney Kapoor films,â
Chandaver rattles off. âThe fact is, erotica has a larger base in India
than porn. It has to have that layer of a story, which these guys know
how to make. So they might get back in the game.â
In Cinema Marte Dam Tak, Talwar, Gulati, Kishan Shah and J Neelamâwho made films like Daku Ganga Jamuna (2000) and Sadhu Bana Shaitaan (2004)âare
tasked with putting together a short film each within seven days on a
small budget. Those films are yet to see the light of day. âBut that
taboo zone will not return,â says Chandaver. âPeople are just not ready,
they are lazy in their consumption, the barest minimum works for them
right now. I donât know why. I suspect that category of cinema may not
even sit well with Gen Z.â
Chandaver calls the phenomenon âthe TikTok
momentâ. âThe elite could never produce as much content as these guys
do. Just like with TikTok, they were more creative, resourceful, active
and energetic, as compared to the Instagram guys. And the circle
continues.â
But one thingâs certain. âWe used to laugh at these movies,â he says. âI stopped doing that a long time back.â