I remember being baffled when my mother talked about things that "might be considered dated," as she put it. Such items included Penrod and Sam, which my father recommended cautiously (nothing actually happens in the book, ever, I think); or even Sesame Street, ultimately.
A Passage To India is really, really, REALLY dated. I have a trip to Mumbai coming up, and I thought, say, I haven't got time to do a full investigation of proper movies, but it would certainly make sense to try Passage, which i had considered seeing in 1984 but then changed my mind. More than 20 years, David Lean, Alec Guiness, and so forth.
OH LORD HAVE MERCY.
The acting is in turn execrable and subtle (shout-outs to Dame Peggy) and the staging intensely obvious. The editing -- which which we can apparently blame Lean -- is obvious to the point of conspicuousness. The themes are grit-ground by now.
It fascinates me how some things date -- Passage, say -- and some do not. (Eraserhead springs to mind.) I read things I wrote a year ago, or five years ago, and am appalled sometimes by stylistic or logical failures. A close friend of mine once opined that Netscape ruled the browser market; Microsoft had lost, and forever.
Ah well. On to Bollywood. Now taking recommendations for movies of Mumbai.