yeh kaisa jalwa

Saw Dev D yesterday.

It's impossible to recommend or not recommend this movie. It's easily one of the most bizarre movies I've ever seen; the only thing close to it is The Wall. Although a heck of a lot more colourful.

I know someone who walked out halfway through it, someone else who sat through it but was undecided about it. The fact that the theater I saw it at was empty except for the bunch of us who were there tells something.

I liked the movie, it's smart funny and has some serious insight at times. You don't feel anything for Abhay Deol's character which is probably as it should be. The guy is supposed to be an a**hole after all. Personally the prostitute to me was the best of the whole lot. Paro was sort of a nobody really.

The film as a whole is sort of like a bad dream in a good way told mostly through music and direction rather than acting or dialogue. That's what held my attention at any rate. The music is excellent - beyond the emotional atyachaar business, there's songs in here that should not be forgotten.

I don't really know what to say about this. Was it a good movie? Yes. Was it a bad movie? Yes.

To end, let me tell a little tale: in the middle of the film, the lights went on, and some of the non-Indians amongst us blinked and asked "Is the movie over?"

My reaction was - "Well this may be an interval (which it was), but well, I don't really know."

That pretty much sums it up.

It was like getting nicely drunk and then coming off the high. The same amount of drink with the same people in the same environment can either be enjoyable or boring or unpleasant.