Where else does one get a detective, who likes to smoke charminar,dunk Marie biscuits in tea or gobble rosogollas when investigating a mystery? Sure, as a work of mystery you could pick holes in the book, intended to amuse children who then grow up to still revere it, but put it in context with Satyajit Ray’s movie making brilliance and you will approach it with a little more respect. A lot more respect.
If you are one of those really rare people who find yourself owning a book by Satyajit Ray without knowing his movie pedigree, please do everyone a favour and watch his movies. Then go to every “Bollywood” related party/do/costume/critic/fan and scorch them with sarcasm.
Mourning the lack of brains cells in mainstream Indian movies, I have put together a theory.
Nobody can direct a movie who has not the patience to read a book.
Where have the hard hitting movies gone? The answer to those who have youtube is nowhere.
Boycott the sexist tripe churned out and settle in for a nice Satyajit Ray movie, and revel in poverty (The Apu Trilogy) or thrill in mystery (the Feluda series) or just chew popcorn watching the antics of Gopi Gyn and Baga Bain.
Pardon my Bangla.