Ah, and cosplay.
Either nothing or everything, like Indian cooking, from salads with no dressing, to butter chicken with herbs and creaminess.
India's working class won't flock to see this movie. They always like to see exaggerated sets and hot item girls. The people in the play misunderstand and misunderstand, and they are brain-damaged again and again. Sadness can't be more sad, and reunion can't be more reunion. Most of the Hindi movie audiences are men. The dealers and pawns lead cars to sell pulp, and they earn enough hard money to go to the cinema just to blow up dopamine; the unromantic torture and self-torture of the three will only stimulate them to secrete adrenaline and make them feel better. The box office was flat.
The conservative middle class opposed the film. It is rebellious, it tampers with famous works, it erases the ethical color and ideal of pure love of "Devdas", and replaces it with stinging sadomasochism. They defined it in advance as a romantic movie, but found that it had nothing to do with love and moon; just waiting for Dev and Paro to hold hands and look at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and choked up, but the two of them didn't show face to have sex on the phone, Wife cheating, how do you make them react? Older people may have just been able to appreciate the dance of the famous prostitute Changda in "Bollywood Life and Death". I didn't expect that in a few years, the shotgun was replaced by the gun, the anklet was replaced by a leather whip, the sari was changed into a uniform, and the foreign ghost girl Replacing a famous dancer is like having Pamela Anderson play Du Shiniang, what a shame! What a shame!
So who exactly gave it a high score of 8.5 on IMDB?
Pseudo-literate youth, deviant college students, middle-class descendants who also grew up in a rapidly changing society, post-80s generation who listen to rock and roll with Chinese-made mp3s and look forward to the opportunity to smoke marijuana, white-collar workers who work overtime in the office buildings of Noida and Gurgon every day, Internet writer who rises up when the public criticizes girls for clubbing, readers of Vogue India, and Bollywood opposition frequent IMDB.
And they don't deal with the traditional society maintained by pan-moral populists, and they miss the foreign gamers and returnees who once lived a corrupt and corrupt life.
"It was the best of times and the worst of times." Tradition, like so many other things that people love and hate, the harder it is to grasp, the more it deforms and loses. The funky duo who sang and danced exaggeratedly at the Paro wedding in the film are the most common little stars in the traditional celebrations of Indian civilians. However, I don't know what it means to be vulgar or elegant. Just like Lu Xun watching a social drama, the language is outside the rhetoric, but in the context. The heavily-painted face with heavy make-up couldn't see the sad and wry smile, and only let out a cry of joy and sorrow: "The devil takes away your beauty, and also takes away your love... Heaven will disappear, and roses will dry up..."
Similar songs Wind's soundtrack repeats itself with metaphorical images. When Dev went to see Chanda, three men in white suits watched his back into the red light district, accompanied by the low and hurried singing of "Rose with a sharp heart / Loud and strong it is crying". While Dev and Paro's dewy relationship has twists and turns, the trio dances and sings "Those smiles don't echo anymore", and once again stares at his back, the cold blues background and the red light district The feasting and feasting clashed sharply - I try not to use the word "tension", but here I have to say: this tension is not enough.
This deliberately created tension does not have the ingenuity that many movies are unavoidable, but is full of dark humorous details. Although the first part of the ending is a bit lengthy, it does not prevent the director from surprising me at the end. The French loli Kalki Koechlin's performance was also amazing, and I can't forget it to this day: she was smoking a cigarette, and threw the ball in her hand alternately into the air, behind a peach blossom tree, which was burning. This one smells of death better than the latter shot of Dev staring in the water.
Dev.D is a movie worth watching a second time, probably the only one worth watching a second time in the noisy Bollywood genre. To say the insufficiency is the amazing face of the male protagonist Abhay. But some people have classified "Dev.D" as a Cult movie, what else can you expect?
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