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DevD: Horny okay please

“Love is not the greatest glue between two people in love. Sex is.” Tarun Tejpal says in his debut novel The Alchemy of Desire. Anurag Kashyap seems to agree. Kashyap’s DevD, a modern-day avatar of Saratchandra’s flawed but enduring Devdas, says at the end of the movie he never loved Paro. He hadn’t even seen her properly. It’s Dev’s moment of truth. Dev and Paro had never slept together, they made out yes, but never fucked. Was it then unfulfilled desire cut short by a conflict of egos masquerading as true love? Maybe. And therein lies the rub. DevD is not a film on love.

Abhay Deol’s Dev, as Chanda points out several times in the movie, is a slut. Not a lover. He’s a rich spoilt brat used to having things his way. Whether it is ordering Paro to fetch him food as a kid or pleading her to mail him a boob shot so that he can relieve himself in London. It’s that shot of Paro in the nude that compels Dev to return to Chandigarh. Make no mistake, as Dev did, it’s pure lust he feels for Paro, some fondness maybe along the way, but none of your happily ever-after bullshitting.

Dev is a feudal lord: the retrosexual makeover and the London stint notwithstanding. His ego takes a beating when he gets to know Paro may have rolled in the hay with the village lads. He refuses the poor girl in heat some much-needed relief and tells her she’s beneath him in social status and hence shouldn’t aspire for him.

Two things come to the fore early on in the film. What Kashyap has done here is taken the basic text from Saratchandra and turned it on its head. So instead of parents playing spoilsport it’s Devdas himself whose male ego makes him reject Paro. Instead of his dad telling him to keep away from her as she is beneath them in the social order, it is he who tells her that while rejecting her. Hanif Kureishi’s My son the fanatic comes to mind.

The parents in fact, both Dev’s and Paro’s, display more modern values then Devdas. Dev’s father says he would have liked Dev to marry Paro. And Paro’s father, a manager in Dev’s family business, catches the two making out several times, but doesn’t really object. His daughter is a grown-up and has the right to make her own decisions, when Paro says it will be no one but Dev for her, he points out, feebly, the obvious difference in social status, but doesn’t try to impose.

The other point being: DevD’s heroines or female leads if you please are strong ones. None of your bra-burning feminism, though they take it off several times in the film for an entirely different purpose. Paro, the village girl, asks Dev how it is okay for him to relieve his sexual urges with whoever he can manage, but not for her. She marries an older suitor to teach Dev a lesson. She feels for Dev still, she has known him all her life after all, but when she comes to visit him after marriage, remains cold to his sexual demands. Chanda, the daughter of a diplomat, asks her father why it is such a big sin to give a blowjob to a boyfriend (who shoots it with a camera phone and turns it into the infamous MMS scandal), that she was still a virgin and won’t go around sucking every dick that comes her way.  When the diplomat father kills himself, the mother shuts herself out from the world and the father’s relatives behave like cads, she becomes a hooker to live life on her own terms. She also calls Dev several times in the film a slut. A slut calling a potential suitor a slut. Classic Kashyap for you.
The third point in the film, though understated, that caught my attention is how the urbane, upper crust families display outdated societal bias, but a family much lower in the social pecking order behave like mature adults. Paro’s father cathes Dev and Paro making out several times, he might have even heard rumours about his daughter and other village lads, but doesn’t throw out his daughter. On the contrary, he lets her be. Chanda’s father, a diplomat, shuns his daughter when her MMS scandal surfaces. She apologises, tries to reason with him and finally in frustration asks him whether he too got off on her MMS clip. And all the bugger does is shoot himself in the mouth, literally.

Kashyap’s DevD impresses. An outdated classic resurrected with modern-day pining. So what emotional atyaachar has replaced true love? Didn’t it always?

2 comments

1 smnin { 03.27.09 at 12:28 pm }

people go for payaliya. its fascinating. i am hooked to it. playin mindlessly time and again.

2 Somya { 01.12.11 at 10:15 am }

Extremely well-written review:) Precisely, how I felt about the film too! It’s one of my favourites! And I think what made it so amazing was the casting- I can’t imagine anyone else playing Dev other than Abhay Deol.

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