What is the future of Maula Jutt?
History repeats itself, often in unlikely places. Such is the parity between Gotham’s Batman and Gujranwala’s Maula Jatt. I depicted their uncanny similarities first in a 2015 essay, and later in a 2016 viral mashup video of The Dark Knight’s trailer.
Each story circles two eccentric misfits pushing each other’s psychosis. Like the Joker, Noori is a laughing nihilist exuding ‘What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.’ Like the Batman, Maula is an idealist orphan fighting to bring justice to his hometown; a fearless vigilante blocking Noori, threatening him … fascinating him.
It’s such ideological face-offs that make superhero stories modern folklore, told and retold as sequels and reboots. When I learned that a reboot of the Maula Jatt franchise was in the works, I was both excited and concerned. Excited, because I see Maula Jatt as a half-baked superhero now in the hands of some talented filmmakers. Concerned, because I could only imagine two approaches at the filmmakers’ disposal; both with pitfalls.
The first is a purist approach. A reboot is a remake with changes to garner fresh interest. A purist approach would change appearances: extravagant sets, modern cinematography etc but not the ideology. The story and characters would emulate that same old ethos, amplifying the same message. To put it mildly, such allegiance to the original Jatt films would be as tasteless as stale pakoras. Beneath their crumbling layers, these films push toxic masculinity like it’s going out of style; glorifying brute force and violence as attractive male traits.
For instance, in the prequel Wehshi Jatt (1975), when a woman furiously rejects the sleazy advances from our hero’s sidekick, he slaps her so hard she rolls and falls, then turns and surprisingly thanks him for breaking her pride, tenderly confessing her undying love for him. In another instance, our heroine falls in love with Jatt without even meeting him — not because she learns he’s “sadiq aur ameen”, but because he slashes a bunch of villagers, stabbing one to death.
On the receiving end, Maula Jatt and Noori Natt can be shot over and over till they’re drenched in blood and the most it seems to do is make them dizzy. Some painkiller and bed rest and these blokes are jumping around the next day. Jatt can also hear his name miles away and break prison gates with a push. To all this, no supernatural explanation is ever provided; it is only explained that Jatt consumes an organic Punjabi diet (Punjabitarian?).
This is how the Jatt ethos functions. These peculiarities, no matter how bizarre, are its innate characteristics.