The Lavish ‘Mughal-e-Azam’ Tours North America
The Indian stage musical, based on the Bollywood classic, is a transportive experience
Words by Siddhant Adlakha
Like the 1960 cinematic epic on which it’s based, Feroz Abbas Khan’s Mughal-e-Azam is a lavish labor of love. The stage musical, which began its life in Mumbai in 2016, set off on a North American tour last month with a weekend in Atlanta, followed by performances in New York and Baltimore in early June. The show has multi-day stops in 10 more American and Canadian cities planned through late August, offering audiences the chance to experience a resplendent re-interpretation of K. Asif’s Bollywood classic—itself an adaptation of the 1922 play Anarkali—which had a tumultuous 14-year production and is among the most expensive Indian movies ever made. The live show is just as eye-catching, though rather than re-treading the original film, it pays it reverential homage through artistic echoes, translating its most memorable ideas and scenes for the medium of the stage.
Touted as India’s first Broadway-style musical, the comparison to New York’s famous stages is perhaps ill-considered. Few Broadway shows outside of Moulin Rouge! have ever felt this invested in re-creating a time period at this scale and with such dazzling aplomb, to the point that American audiences for Mughal-e-Azam have been breaking out into applause at the mere reveal of one of its sets, the first sight of which feels like an out-of-body experience. Those who have seen the film—many of whom have been flocking to each U.S. show thus far; the crowd is generally filled with South Asian viewers—likely need no hint as to when this reveal occurs. The movie, while shot mostly in black and white, features a handful of gorgeous Technicolor scenes; the first among them is the musical number “Jab Pyar Kiya To Darna Kya” (“Why Fear When You're in Love?”), in which courtesan Anarkali (Madhubala) dances for the lovelorn Prince Salim (Dilip Kumar) and his disapproving father, the Mughal Emperor Akbar (Prithviraj Kapoor) in the sheesh mahal, or hall of mirrors. The sequence was notoriously difficult to shoot, to the point that Lawrence of Arabia director David Lean was even called in to consult on how best to light and capture a set so rife with reflective surfaces (Lean believed it couldn’t be done, but Asif persisted). The result was one of the most memorable musical numbers in all of Indian cinema, between its array of colorful gemstones and its prismatic imagery.
The show betrays an awareness of this cinematic history. Rather than simply presenting this scene as-is, it builds anticipation for it through hints of familiar music and gleaming light seen through a translucent curtain, which often drops down for set changes and upon which golden outlines of forts and other settings are projected. When the curtain finally rises for the song, Khan’s fluid interpretation of the sheesh mahal set is at once intimate and operatic, with hanging, twirling mirrors scattering light all around the theater. It lives up to even the most grandiose expectations.
The same can be said of the show as a whole, one which began with the germ of an idea that seemed destined for failure, given the lofty comparisons that would inevitably be made. When Khan watched the film’s digitally colored re-release in 2004, he began seeking out the rights to re-stage the movie in a manner that paid tribute to Asif’s film. Apart from the scenes shot in Technicolor, the movie’s color restoration is a bit of an eyesore, since it piles on layers of artifice. However, the stage musical is perhaps a more truthful translation of what this re-release originally set out to achieve: it brings each corner of the film to life in exuberant detail.
As a visual spectacle alone, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. So, the fact that it also works to evoke distinct memories for nostalgic viewers, while immersing newcomers in its story, makes it an unmissable experience (for those who don’t speak Hindi or Urdu, two screens near each corner of the stage provide rolling English translations). Its plot, of Akbar preserving tradition by disapproving of Salim’s union with a woman of lower status, yields melodrama of Shakespearean proportions, and eventually, a war between father and son. Along the way, its tale unfurls through ecstatic musical numbers, sans live instrumentation—except for the ringing of the dancers’ ghungroo, or bell-laden anklets—but sung live by Anarkali (Priyanka Barve/Neha Sargam) and her rival courtesan Bahar (Rushpa Mukherjee/Aashima Mahajan). Their dueling qawwali track “Teri Mehfil Mein Kismat Azmakar” (“In Your Presence We Test Our Luck”), during which they vie for Salim’s affection, is a particular highlight, as one of the songs with which familiar audiences tend to clap and sing along.
In keeping with the movie’s enormous sets, the depth of the stage allows for several layers along which elements of both blocking and production design enhance and reflect the story being told. In some scenes, characters are surrounded by more emptiness and isolation than one might be used to in a Broadway show, but in others, rear projections lengthen the confines of the Mughal palace, as a set of stairs combine to form a high platform upstage, atop which an ensemble of classically trained Kathak dancers appears. Their vivid costumes are lined with intricate details, so that even when they flow like water as the dancers spin, the fabrics constantly reflect shimmering light in all directions. It’s a show whose every musical number and every interlude feels alive.
The lighting design, while dreamlike when it passes through foggy atmosphere, always seems to exist in a tangible reality, grounding it in a physical place. It either streams as if through the palace backdrop’s numerous digital windows, or is literally filtered through the jalis (or carved stone curtains) typical of Mughal architecture, casting specific patterns on the characters, which place them in a distinct space and time. However, there’s a dueling sense of which time period the audience is being granted access to in the first place. As much as the details evoke the Mughal empire in the late 16th century, 1960—the year of the film’s release—is just as important. The show is preceded by a recorded audio introduction from the late Lata Mangeshkar, the prolific playback singer of Mughal-e-Azam and more than a thousand other Indian films, who died just last year after lending her angelic voice to practically every major Bollywood actress the industry has ever seen. This greeting from Mangeshkar, whose disembodied voice is instantly recognizable to anyone familiar with Hindi movies, situates the audience in the relative technological modernity of the Indian movie musical, thus folding it into the history of Indian cinema.
Similarly, while Emperor Akbar’s actor Nissar Khan may not attempt an impression of Prithviraj Kapoor—the ostensible godfather of Hindi cinema, whose great grandchildren are the Bollywood stars of today—his performance echoes Kapoor’s conception of Akbar in every way, from his booming voice, to his wide stance, to the commanding, lumbering presence with which he drew every eye in the room. None of the film’s key actors are still living, but the musical’s cast practically conjures their spirits. There are, of course, minor changes to the story, between dramatic scenes that are more fleshed out, and battle sequences that take abstract form, foregrounded by hand-sketched projections. The supporting character Suraiya (Palvi Jaswal/Rachina Gupta) has a much more mischievous presence as Anarkali’s sister, lending the story some novel levity as she relays messages to the stern Salim, and the play’s narrator is now a character who bears witness to its events, rather than the film’s ghostly personification of the Indian subcontinent.
As much as fixating on individual dancers and costumes may reveal graceful physicality and detailed artistry, letting one’s eyes unfocus and absorb the ensemble as a whole yields an audio-visual experience as kaleidoscopic as the first time one lays eyes on Asif’s hall of mirrors in the original film.
The show’s biggest departure, however, is its numerous musical interludes, which appear partially by necessity—the sets aren’t going to change themselves—but also, they create a more abstract, experiential atmosphere in which viewers can completely lose themselves both between and during major scenes. As much as fixating on individual dancers and costumes may reveal graceful physicality and detailed artistry, letting one’s eyes unfocus and absorb the ensemble as a whole yields an audio-visual experience as kaleidoscopic as the first time one lays eyes on Asif’s hall of mirrors in the original film. The show is a feast for the senses, and one that feels like time travel made real, yielding sensations of being present in the moment, while simultaneously being transported to a glorious past.
Mughal-e-Azam continues its tour in Orlando, Chicago, Newark, Toronto, Houston, Dallas, Seattle, Vancouver, San Jose and Phoenix.
Published on June 13, 2023
Words by Siddhant Adlakha
Siddhant Adlakha is a critic and filmmaker from Mumbai, though he now lives in New York City. They're more similar than you'd think. Find him at @SiddhantAdlakha on Twitter