The liberty of loosely holding to the morals and being indulgent is too hard to let go, when the letting go phase isn't an unwelcome guest.
It is hard not to be biased while reviewing with Late Sushant Singh Rajput entering the shoes of a melancholic Augustus Waters, thank heavens there is little to no flaws to point out in Dil Bechara.
Kizie Basu (meaning 'latching on' in Zambian?) played by Sanjana Sanghi, whose logic of awaiting death being the only thing for a cancer patient to live through is shattered to pieces by Immanuel 'Manny' Rajkumar Junior (Sushant Singh Rajput) who is effervescent with joie de vivre.
Story and its path is no surprise for those initiated to 'Fault in our stars' book and/or movie. Performances are really fresh.
Appreciations to director Mukesh Chhabra for freeing Bollywood from Gujarat, Maharashtra and Punjab to make it a true Indian cinema, which was only believed to be so. A Tamil hero and a Bengali heroine in Hindi-speaking Bihar makes Dil Bechara truly pan-Indian.
From the word go to the inevitable end everything including the lighting reminds us of that gloomy finish. Lighter moments come through the Rajinikanth flourishes and even the Bengali scolding sounds cute.
Swastika Mukherjee ably tweaks her acting muscle playing Kizie's mom, manages to shine despite the two-sided affair of Manny and Kizie.
AR Rahman's thorough involvement in the subject adds to the ammo of the film. The tinge of sadness even in a romantic song underlines the theme to not stress about the end but gather all that you can in every second of your life. Every song is a gem.
Dil Bechara is a relaxed breath in between hurriedly packing things while getting ready for a train, and that train is death.
So, .the film neither wants you to party with melancholy nor judge indulgences, but wants you to sit back and celebrate hedonism. Also the life of Sushant Singh Rajput who was as Manny as he could get when it comes to his skills and interests, crazy.