If you go to watch Dev D for one reason, it has to be the Emotional Attyachar song. The OA and I were in splits.
The rest of the movie – well it was a fresh take on Devdas (as fresh as that old story can ever get) and I liked the way the BMW hit and run case as well as the DPS MMS made their way in. I’ve been reading a couple of Indian writers over the last few days (Ameen Merchant and Anuradha Roy – yes, I knew you’d ask) and while I enjoyed the books and the pace, I love reading about contemporary India and I’m bored with reading about displaced Indians. So to have a Devdas back in this new avatar was good fun.
The scene that really upset me – when Paro sits down to wash his clothes in the dirty hotel bathroom. You have to really love someone to do that – no matter what you say to hurt them after that. Oh – and sunglasses. It’s amazing what you can hide behind them. Tears, black eyes, anger, hurt, blood shot druggie eyes.
A few months ago a tag-ish thing was doing the rounds about what you as a parent would do if your child was gay. I thought it was rather pointless. What can you do? What can your child do? Why would you want to do anything about it at all? I mean you could, if you are that sort, disown them. But for those of us who aren’t, the question seemed pointless. More to the point last night was – what would one do with a son like DevD? A wastrel, a junkie, jobless, spoilt and rude. Now that is when you ask a question like – what would you do as a parent? I watched his parents struggle to deal with him, from being soft to harsh and he just seemed impervious.
I cried through most of the movie. I’d just come from a press event and all my make up ran down my face as I sobbed like a baby. Don’t ask me why. Devdas always made me cry and with its contemporary references it made me cry some more. I’ve known too many junkies, too many people in rehab and too many failed romances to not find something familiar in each scene.
I loved the shots of the streets of old Delhi. The red light areas. The feel of Delhi. Man… I love this city. I loved the three men in hats who kept appearing. I loved that they got two men to do an ‘item number’ in a bar instead of the women. They were brilliant.
And while I live my clean, non-smoking, non-card-touching, teetotallers life, there’s something to be said for the debauched life. Something to be said for those who have experienced it all, hunger, poverty, craving, yearning, roaming the streets at night, finding the shady bars, seeing the other Delhi/city of your choice, while the rest of the city sleeps. I’ve done a bit of it, roamed the streets at night, penniless and hungry, fortunately, not alone (Don’t worry ma, it’s over and you didn’t find out, so all’s well that end’s well na?!) You’ve got to have seen every extreme of emotion to really have lived .. right?
Was it a good movie? Well, I didn’t really care for the performances, a lot of scenes and words were thrown in for shock value but then isn’t that what makes it what it is? And I liked Mahie Gill. Kalki seemed to be there to showcase her Tamil and French. Well – it worked.
And I liked the ending.
PS: Read this review for a very nice POV.
PPS: Abhay Deol? Abhay Deol? Him of the ordinary face, jawline that knows no boundaries, and awful, awful body? no no…. I think there’s been some mix up!