On a Friday evening after work, when the world rushes back to home, family, solitude or liquor, we went to watch the “supposed” latest recreation of Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay’s only non-masterpiece. And there lies my first suggestion. Do not treat this as another version of Devdas, since this movie is anything but that. This movie is about the
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Here is when you realize that this is not Devdas. This movie does not need the Superstar SRK. An emotionally confused and tortured Abhay Deol is much closer to us. We can identify with him when we pour out our hearts in the dinner meets post work. We learn to move on. Thus this is not a story of the pristine and pure love, which anyway is an illusion. This is not a story where Devdas wastes away his life. This is not a story where Paro leads her life in misery, but most importantly for me, this is a story where for the first time someone gave Chandramukhi a chance.
Morality today takes a new name with Dev D.