slumdog millionaire
Slumdog Millionaire
Friday, Girlfriend and I went to Slumdog Millionaire. I hadn’t much heard of it but people were saying it was good. I dig the director and have no self-control so I didn’t put up a fight.
As you must know, I’m a sucker for twisted love stories. Slumdog, essentially, is just that. It follows Jamal, who is suspected of cheating on the Indian version of “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire” (or Millo-nare). As each question is played back to him, major events in his life play out.
Most of the events of his life are tragic but Jamal is strangely distant from them, unaffected, as if he wasn’t meant for the turmoil at all. Put another way, amid all his misfortune, he is fortunate.
The plot is chronologically schizophrenic (love those sorts), the acting is solid throughout and the story is as dramatic as unrealistic as believable (I don’t get it either). The pace is consistent in its inconsistency. It’s entertaining and awesome.
It’s a solid rent. It seems predictable but the sequence is tweaked just right. Though I knew what the last question was, I was off as to how it fell on the time-line. (And apparently don’t know anything about literature.)
Stick around for the end. It’s one of the most entertaining credit roll I’ve seen. (If only for the stereotypical greatness of Bollywood cinema.)
Note: I’ve imported old reviews from my past site. There are 160-some sets of thoughts and critiques. These are under the “chasm reviews” category. Also, I’ve brought in posts from Drainage. That’s a blog most of you haven’t read. The tone is much different. Those posts are under “drainage” (obviously).