Over the decades, the film-maker has told transgressive tales of the country’s existential turmoil. Such commentary, however, has come at a price
“My films aren’t really shown in Pakistan,” laughs the country’s greatest living – and most radical – film director, who now lives in a converted chapel in Camden, north London. “They’re a bit too risque.”
To catch a Jamil Dehlavi film in his homeland is tricky. The last time was in 2006, when Infinite Justice, his docudrama about an American reporter held hostage and beheaded in Karachi, was shown somewhere on the Arabian seafront, the same Karachi shore you see in his films, shaded by the heaviness of monsoon clouds, the beige pallor of the light, and the tracks of sea turtles laying their eggs along the sand.