In spite of its flaws, of which there are many, Jalpari The Desert Mermaid wins your heart with its simple fluid storytelling and characters who seem to have taken birth in the deserted village in Haryana, long before the camera was switched on.
There is a fascinating play of light and shade in Deepak Venkateshan's screenplay. It manfully tries to incorporate several genres and perhaps ends up being neither here nor there.
But the heart, oh that wondrous creation, is constantly in the right place. Director Nila Madhab Panda takes two city-bred children Shreya (Lehar Khan) and Sam (Krishang Trivedi) to their ancestral village with their father (Pravin Dabas) and grandmother (Suhasini Mulay), a dry godforsaken land of non-productivity suspiciously bereft of girl children.
From there, the film follows a scattered craggy path culminating in a finale which doesn't quite hold up, but nonetheless offers us a heartwarming insight into the harsh reality of life in many parts of rural India where a female child is still considered a liability. While applauding the attempt to yoke a children's adventure story into a somber issue, we must also stop and wonder at the film's end-narration where we are told that if Dev (Dabas) had stayed back in his village his little girl may not have been born.
There are some strained attempts to pitch Dev's children's progressive upbringing against the backwater superstitious village. Shreya calls her father by his first name and is proudly declared "on a par with any boy". This isn't really the kind of gender equality that we should be espousing in our prejudiced society.
Girls need their identity. They don't need to behave like boys to be given gender equality. It's naïve to expect the two genders to behave uniformly and thereby achieve equality for the girl child.
The flaws do not eclipse the film's efforts to tell a story about the absence of equal opportunities for children of both sexes. The indigenous music by Midival Pundit and Ashish Chauhan roots the narration to its milieu while the cinematography by Savita Singh Puri transports the film to an international level. Apurva Asrani edits the scattered material with room for the characters to breathe easily.
Jalpari is a little gem, with a message on female foeticide that is so critical, and a heart so large that the narration could easily have been submerged in the social statement. Director Mila Madhab Panda has carved a miniature gem on the past imperfect and the present tense of the girl child. Jalpari should immediately be granted tax exemption and made accessible to every Indian who loves his daughter and to every womb breaker who ever thought of snuffing an unborn life out.