"hum honge kaamyaab ek din!"
rip, kundan shah.
breaks open the (not-so-) secret alliance between slapstick and kafka. pitch black humor, a pungent world view to boot -- a scene of marital abuse, unbearable in its psychological cruelty seamlessly transitions into absurd farce -- and a raj kapoor performance, near-wordless for large stretches, that, from its chaplin origins, rises to a singular poignancy. the nargis-graced ending, almost jarring in the antithetical note of cool clarity it strikes, is beautiful beyond words.
between waheeda's every gesture, every abrupt cut to dev anand's face, every segue into beautiful song -- the recurring 'tere mere sapne' a particularly heartbreaking highlight -- and the fervid existential heights of the prolonged epilogue that pushes an already deeply troubled film into even stranger territory, guide is one of those classics that only slowly unravels its many complexities, one rewatch at a time.