Director: Rosshan Andrrews
Cast: Shahid Kapoor, Pooja Hegde, Pavail Gulati
Duration: 156 minutes
 
If you were hoping for a gripping cop drama, Deva might just be the movie that makes you question your entire life. Here’s a shocker: remaking a hit film doesn’t mean lazily copying and pasting plot points, slapping on some new faces, and calling it a day. But that’s exactly what Deva is—a lazy copy of the 2013 film Mumbai Police, now with a flashier cast and a much emptier soul.
 
Let’s start with the elephant in the room: Director Rosshan Andrrews. The man who brought us the original Mumbai Police seems to have completely run out of steam. Instead of trying to bring something fresh or inventive to the table, he just crammed his old film into a shiny new package. The result? A bloated, two-and-a-half-hour mess that moves slower than a sloth on a lazy Sunday. You can practically hear the movie begging you to stop watching, but you’re stuck there, helpless, waiting for the crash that’s never quite dramatic enough to redeem the mess.
 
Now, onto the good news: Shahid Kapoor is in this, and he’s the only reason you’ll bother staying awake. His character, Deva, is a walking, talking action hero stereotype with a cocky swagger and a slow-motion walk that screams "I’m here to kick ass and look good doing it." The man’s got charm, no doubt, but charm alone doesn’t make a movie. It’s like watching a Ferrari drive around in circles in a parking lot—you’re impressed, but it’s going nowhere.
 
Then there’s Pooja Hegde, who must’ve signed up for this role while sleepwalking through her contract. Seriously, it’s as if she was told to stand there, look pretty, and try not to trip over the weak script. As for Girish Kulkarni as the politician? He’s about as intimidating as a cardboard cutout. And let’s not forget Kubbra Sait, who plays the female colleague—but, plot twist—ends up being overshadowed by a literal wall. Yep, that’s how much impact her role has.
 
Now, let’s talk about the dialogue. Oh boy, where do we even begin? It’s like the writers took a checklist of every cop drama trope in existence and just tossed them in for good measure. Lots of shouting, posturing, and flexing, but zero punch. The dialogue feels stilted, forced, and about as intense as watching paint dry in a room full of bored cops. Deva thinks it’s delivering gritty, hard-hitting lines, but it’s more “trying-too-hard” than “intense drama.”
 
And don’t even get me started on the plot. It’s like they took a jigsaw puzzle and decided to put it together blindfolded. Predictable twists? Check. Illogical sequences? Check. An ending that wraps up as gracefully as a toddler tying their shoes? Absolutely. The movie meanders around aimlessly, with no real direction or purpose, as if it knows it’s a mess but is too stubborn to change course.
 
In conclusion: Deva is a nightmare dressed in a police uniform. Sure, Shahid looks great in slow-mo, but that’s not enough to salvage this trainwreck. The plot is hollow, the characters are forgettable, and the whole thing feels like a sad, desperate attempt to cash in on a good idea that wasn’t even done right the first time.
 
So, unless you’re really into watching cops flex in slow-motion for 156 minutes—save yourself the time and just don’t. This isn’t just a bad movie; it’s a textbook example of how to ruin a perfectly decent premise with zero creativity, zero originality, and absolutely zero soul.