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'Before the Rains': Compelling and almost there

By Steven Rea The Philadelphia Inquirer

Before the Rains is ­”presented“ by the production entity ­Merchant Ivory, and its setting and e_SDHpcircumstances — India, in the late days of the British Raj ­before World War II — is ­certainly e_SDHpMerchant Ivory-ish. Too bad, though, that James Ivory didn't get his hands on this melodrama of ­colonial karma or that the ­director's trusty screenwriter, Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, wasn't involved.

As scripted by Cathy Rabin and directed by Santosh Sivan, Before the Rains is never less than compelling, but never more than adequately realized. Linus Roache is decent enough in his acting, but his character is quietly contemptible: Henry Moores is an English tea planter in southwestern India, building a road to cultivate and harvest spices. Henry has his faithful ”man,“ T.K. Neelan (Rahul Bose) — an educated Indian, well-read, devoted — and treats him as a friend, up to a point.

But Henry also has a mistress: Unbeknownst to his wife (Jennifer Ehle), he has become involved with the housemaid, Sajani (Nandita Das). Henry says that he loves her. Sajani, wed to a man in the village, risks everything to carry on the affair, but when two boys playing in the woods spot the adulterers, tragic events are set in motion.

Part of the problem with Before the Rains is that the story really belongs to Bose's character, T.K. — a man caught between two worlds, torn by his loyalty to Henry, by his childhood friendship with Sajani and by his allegiances to friends and family in the village at a time of mounting resentment towards British rule. But the film — ­beautiful to look at — doesn't keep its focus on T.K., leaving audiences to turn to the reckless, arrogant Henry and to try to care.