Working with a general summation of art, no artist really revisits their creation. Yes they might hark back to a few individual themes, but no one really gets down to recreating a piece of art, as it was. Especially not when its a classic. Da Vinci never sat down to paint another Sistine Chapel. Rabindranath Tagore did not recompile the Gitanjali. Even the great Yash Chopra never really got down to refilming one of his classics. It boils down to impulse and lack of design playing an important serendipitous role in creating great art. But when you do attempt to be over ambitious and recreate a Hindi film in Hollywood, chances are you’ll end up with a novice creation. That’s how you could describe the journey of Parinda to Broken Horses.
Lost in translation would be an understatement. The original story of Parinda, two brothers in the edgy midst of the underworld, trying to break free from a mercurial Mafia king pin, is intact in its Western retelling. Mumbai’s underbelly has been replaced with the barren border terrain of the US-Mexico border.
