Taken From Daily Telegraph

Click Here For The Full Article


The chief problem with Devdas is watching it. It looks absolutely horrid. The interiors are appealing - if you're Imelda Marcos. The two lovers' families' homes are crammed with fountains, grand pianos, friezes and four-poster beds. The courtyards are gold and marble. Paro spends half the film running through endless corridors, her gaudy jewellery and bracelets jangling as she does so. A gloopy, jelabi-orange finish has been given to everything and everyone. This isn't to convey the charmlessness of the bourgeoisie. Rather, it's the work of a set designer whose idea of sophistication appears to have been drawn from Ferrero Rocher ads. In this lavish la-la land where even Calcutta's red-light area looks like a tourist resort, poverty has been aestheticised. The gap between rich and poor, so central to this story of romance stymied by social inequality, is rendered invisible.

Devdas is set in the Calcutta of the 1930s, but it fails to evoke any sense of time or space. It gives its audience a tacky, cartoon version of Bollywood. Colourful and tumultuous it my be, but its preoccupation with spectacle does not make up for the absence of soul.

Satya now all the more reason to go and watch the film

This review is idiotic..why no one complained about Moulin Rouge?

I complained about Moulin Rouge.