Article 2: FILM; Tilling the Fields of Conflict Into Middle Age

 

By PETER KOBEL

Published: June 20, 1999

ONCE an avatar of youthful rebellion, the writer Hanif Kureishi is probably best known in the United States for his screenplays for two 1980's art house films, ''My Beautiful Laundrette,'' an international hit that starred Daniel Day-Lewis as a gay street punk, and ''Sammy and Rosie Get Laid.'' Both were fertile collaborations with the director Stephen Frears -- bright, pop evocations of a London miles off the tourist map, a world of gay and biracial sex, squatters and drugs. Now, seated in a theater cafeteria in Hammersmith and carefully watching his year-old son, Kier, crawl toward the exit, Mr. Kureishi, at 44, is, well, the very avatar of middle-aged rebellion.

That Mr. Kureishi is still kicking up sparks is strikingly clear in a new film, ''My Son the Fanatic,'' for which he wrote the screenplay. Opening on Friday, it's an unconventional love story about a Pakistani immigrant who strays from wife and status quo when he falls in love with a young white prostitute. Deliberately subverting expectations from the get-go, the tale also turns the tables on the traditional scenario of repressive father versus freedom-loving son. ''In the old days, I would have written it from the son's point of view,'' Mr. Kureishi, dressed in a Sundance sweatshirt and jeans, says, as he reins in his wayward son by fastening him back in his stroller, ''but instead I wrote it from the father's point of view.''

Directed by Udayan Prasad (''Brothers in Trouble'') and with a cast that includes Rachel Griffiths, who received an Oscar nomination for ''Hilary and Jackie,'' and Stellan Skarsgard (''Good Will Hunting''), ''My Son the Fanatic'' is based on a short story by Mr. Kureishi that first appeared in 1994 in The New Yorker. It centers on a Pakistani taxi driver, Parvez, played by Om Puri (''Gandhi,'' ''The Ghost and the Darkness''), an actor who is deemed India's answer to Anthony Hopkins. Having lived for a couple of decades in industrial northern England, Parvez is thoroughly acculturated -- inured to the daily racial slights, he loves his jazz records and his whiskey -- but has begun to worry about his son, Farid, who has broken off his engagement to a lovely white girl and is selling off his possessions. Comically, Parvez suspects his son is taking drugs, but he soon discovers that it's religion -- fundamentalist Islam -- that Farid has turned to. At the same time, Parvez's growing fondness for the young prostitute Bettina (Ms. Griffiths), whose services he has procured for a hearty-partying German businessman (Mr. Skarsgard), is straining his marriage.

Deftly mixing cutting satire and a tolerant view of human foibles, Mr. Kureishi stages a conflict at once concrete and universal, using the intersection of disparate lives in one small part of the world to tackle broad moral themes with wisdom and wit. Some of the film's funniest and most poignant scenes may seem foreign to many Americans. In one, at the son's invitation, a maulvi, or Muslim teacher, takes over Parvez's home, laughing uproariously at television cartoons and banishing his host's wife from the table. But such scenes underscore the universal tensions between love and duty, moral relativism and absolutism, happiness and personal sacrifice.

''It's a story that deals with global issues through the life of an incredibly humble man, a taxi driver,'' says Mr. Prasad, the director. ''Hanif approaches things obliquely, always pushing his characters into difficult situations from which they have to extricate themselves.''

Ms. Griffiths warmly conveys a prostitute whose gray world is suddenly illuminated by the possibility of love. ''I was a huge fan of Hanif's fiction and his screenwriting,'' she says. ''I love the combination of an underlying humanity and a sort of wickedness. His characters are beautifully drawn. The film is about the power of love to reveal the better parts of ourselves.''

But love, or the loss of it, can also bring out the worst in people.

Around the time of the release of ''My Son the Fanatic'' in England last year, Mr. Kureishi's new novella, ''Intimacy,'' made its debut to a maelstrom of controversy over how closely and intimately the writer recreated his breakup with his longtime girlfriend, Tracey Scoffield. While his fiction has not made much of a dent in America, in Britain Mr. Kureishi is famous enough as a novelist and playwright to cause quite a stir when his personal life goes awry (a literary map of London that ran recently in Granta magazine had icons for Salman Rushdie, Martin Amis, Will Self and Mr. Kureishi, who got one of those smiley rave faces).

''Intimacy,'' published in the United States this spring by Scribner, takes place during one night as the narrator, an Oscar-nominated screenwriter named Jay, prepares to leave his girlfriend, Susan, who works in publishing, and their two sons for a younger lover -- ''to step into the unknown.'' A surgical dissection of a breakup, almost cruel in its candor, the book provoked the outrage of many reviewers (as well as Ms. Scoffield) for echoing the author's life so precisely. A few years ago, the Oscar-nominated Mr. Kureishi left Ms. Scoffield, a book editor, and their two sons, for a much younger woman, Monique Proudlove, the mother of his son, Kier. Ms. Scoffield told a London newspaper that it was ridiculous to call the book a novel. ''You may as well call it a fish,'' she said.

Mr. Kureishi bristles when asked where fact ends and fiction begins. Denying that ''Intimacy'' is anything but a novel, he says: ''Every work of art is a map of someone's mind. A lot of my friends are talking about marriage breakdowns and divorces. Male attitudes to relationships and children are changing.

''People don't enter relationships with the same hope that they'll go on for a long time. It's better in a way: at least people can get out. It's also created a lot of extended families, with all the kids from previous marriages, so today it's more like Indian families.''

MR. KUREISHI has never shied away from conflict and controversy (he once called Britain ''an authoritarian rathole'' and deemed the poll tax riots of 1990 terrific). It was, perhaps, his iconoclasm and youthful bravura that won over moviegoers and critics when he burst on the scene in 1985 with the incandescent ''My Beautiful Laundrette,'' the biracial gay romance that improbably won him an Oscar nomination and also launched Mr. Day-Lewis's career. ''It's an enormous pleasure to see a movie that's really about something, and that doesn't lay on any syrupy coating to make the subject go down easily,'' wrote Pauline Kael in The New Yorker. Though the next film Mr. Kureishi scripted, 1987's ''Sammy and Rosie Get Laid,'' was less well received, it bears watching again, thanks to Mr. Kureishi's signature stew of sex and politics. His one misfire came in 1991 with ''London Kills Me,'' a listless portrait of Notting Hill druggies. Mr. Kureishi, who also directed the movie, calls it a ''Proto-Trainspotting' '' but concedes that it's ''not a good film.''

''Nobody went to see it,'' he said.

As for his novels, his best remains his first, the charming, hilarious ''Buddha of Suburbia,'' about Bohemian theater life and bogus mysticism; it was made into a 1992 BBC miniseries directed by Roger Michell (''Notting Hill,'' ''Persuasion.'').

Mr. Kureishi may have recently cut the long hair he has sported on his book jacket flaps, but he is still a bad boy mischievous enough to nip the hand that feeds him. Speaking of Harvey Weinstein, the co-chairman of Miramax whose film company picked up ''My Son the Fanatic'' and is distributing it in the United States, he says: ''Harvey didn't want to release it; he held it for two years because he wanted a happy ending, although I don't know what that means. Does that mean the taxi driver leaves his wife or doesn't leave his wife? I think it has a happy ending. I'm just glad they didn't mess it up.'' A Miramax spokeswoman said that there had been discussions with the filmmakers about making changes but that Miramax had decided early on to release the movie unchanged; it opened in Britain, and then Miramax took it on the festival circuit for several months.

After Mr. Kureishi's companion arrives to pick up their son and leaves, he shakes his head. ''I'm sorry; women are always late,'' he says. Freed from the demands of the active tot, he relaxes a bit and talks about the cultural landscape that has produced so much ferment in London. ''My Son the Fanatic'' is just the latest example of a steady stream of British cultural exports -- films like ''Hilary and Jackie,'' ''Elizabeth'' and ''Notting Hill'' as well as plays, novels and painting. ''London's certainly cheered up since the Tories were chucked out,'' he says. ''They kept everything down; they're so puritanical. It's a bit like the 60's again.'' And multiculturalism is an important element of the late-90's British renaissance; London is now one-quarter nonwhite. It was an Indian, Shekhar Kapur, who brought fresh inspiration to a familiar subject in his vividly original film ''Elizabeth.''

''England's become a multiracial society,'' says Kureishi, who was born in south London to an Indian father and a British mother. ''People know we're here, and we're not going away.''

But although many of his characters are of Asian heritage, he doesn't see himself as representative of a community. ''I write the way I write; I can't speak for anyone else,'' he says.

Mr. Kureishi has two other films in the works. Patrice Chereau (''Queen Margot'') is set to film ''Intimacy,'' and Mr. Kureishi has been working with his old friend Mr. Frears on a script, about an older woman who falls in love with her daughter's lover. Suspended between the tantalizing tenderness of ''My Son the Fanatic'' and the bitterness of ''Intimacy,'' Mr. Kureishi is exploring the emotional terrain of middle age. It should be quite a trip.

 

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