Finally. The ‘old wine in a new bottle’ concept has been completely ruined. The man with the magic marker has dealt his blow once again.

And this is the perfect film. No doubt in my mind about that. With No Smoking I will still try and make a compromise with idiots on the bench, but with this one, I will fight till the last nail. Because this is the moment to be really proud of. To see Indian cinema reach the pinnacle of perfection. This is the coolest, most psychedelic, haunting, elevating piece of cinema that I have ever seen. I knew even with the last one that this man was a magician, this time I can fight with people on that claim.

And what a perfection! The story, the performances, the cinematography, the editing, the music... oh the music! And such marvellous shifts, it carries you away. This is the only time that Devdas’ true flaw is pulled out into the open, leaving no dubious balances required between father and son. It’s his insecurity, his insecurity about Paro’s chastity that brings about his downfall. And then again, you can only be sure of yourself. If you could be sure about the other person then the whole effort would seize to be romantic, right?

And what has created this insecurity? It’s is the distance spent over time between each other that leads to these captivating mind games. And who creates this distance? The father! So it’s the same old story and yet the narrative suddenly achieves greater comprehensiveness this time. And then there is the irony also – father comes and tells his son that London has changed him. And this time it was the father who wanted the girl in the house, not Dev. But yet it has always been the father.

Without Abhay Deol this film would never have been created – in both senses of the term. So fine is his performance that he has beaten all other Devdases hollow. The way he moves, the way he looks, the way he thinks, the way he acts – every detail that you see is unseen. This ladies and gentlemen, is what a performance should be like. It’s like jazz for the eyes.

And it is really so wonderful at the end. Dev and Chanda share such wonderful moments together that you start thinking that it was a good thing that Paro was kicked. And then you catch up to the line which says “... aakhon ka hain dhoka, aisa tera pyar, tera emotional attyachar...” See what I mean? This is surely the most positive Devdas ever made, albeit with the darkest tools ever prescribed by society.

I must even make special mention of the face-painting narrative style in the movie. The point where Chanda tells us her story, how her motionless face remains motionless irrespective of whatever trapeze acts her make-up man may do before her... And yet when she paints a simple clown face on Dev while recounting her whole story is so amazing. His face holds the expression by remaining motionless, but tweaks it at the end to bring a new twist into the transient expressional face. So beautiful!

Watch it. It’s Dev D.