Let's get over with the bad thing first. Dev Anand in the 50s was yet to do all those rollicking romances that quickened the heart beat. He was yet to play the thoroughly unusual roles of a robber and conman in Bombai ka Babu. He was yet to win our hearts with his Tere Ghar ke Saamne. He was yet to try his hand in all sorts of roles. He was yet to deliver matured well -rounded performances. It would say, another there four years when we would get a Guide, a Kalabazaar, a Teen Devian or a Kalapani from him. So understandably his deliveries would have to be amateurish, his look devoid of the sophistication of his later avatar and his performance solely owing to his spontaneity. In Baarish, we get to see all these aspects of Dev Anand. He almost blurts out his lines, his romance lacks the stabbing quality and his clothes look too frumpy. His character is that of an impulsive young man who is out to avenge the death of his elder brother at the hands of a powerful ganglord. Exciting as it may sound, Ramu here is not even remotely close to Karan Mehra in Kalapani. His romance with Chanda (a bit on the natural Nutan a bit later) is sweet but too childish. But then, I liked to see this fledgling blossom so marvellously.
The other good part in this 1957 romantic thriller is how spontaneous Anand is. He cares two hoots about what his audience is thinking about him. When he feels like being rude, he is so, when he feels like loving Chanda, he does so. No artistic baggage, no preconceived notions!
Okay, enough have I deliberated on this actor. Now a bit about the film that turned out be quite simple in terms of story and execution. These were the times when anything that sounded even remotely like a romantic thriller was lapped up by the audience and what everyone cares for was whether the film has a good-looking lead pair, an able supporting cast, melodious songs and a tolerable story. In that Baarish does not disappoint.
But Ramu will have none of that. He asks Chanda to behave herself and soon the two are found coo-chi-cooing on the terrace.
The elderlies of the locality are fed up of this nuisance and complain to Mohan's mother. Ramu, the hot-headed and impulsive man that he is shoos everyone away and even tells them that one day Chanda will be his wife. Chanda is thrilled at this. It is really heartening to see the way Nutan's expression changes when Ramu, after much cajoling by Mohan's mother, agrees to marry Chanda. She leaps in joy and gives an awesome awesome smile. Ah! The beauty of Nutan!
Nutan, as usual was a delight in the film. Forgive me for being partial. But I feel she was perfect right from the beginning of her career. As the sprightly village girl Chanda, she is so sweet and naughty in the song Dal masur ki. In the song, Phir wohi raat, she is beautiful. I'd say, in this early thriller, she is the one who leaves a mark. A mark of a natural charmer. Charming away to the hilt!