I remember the first time I saw it. Slumdog Millionaire that is.
I am sure you know about Slumdog Millionaire right? NO? Where the Hell have you BEEN, my friend? Stop yanking my chain! Ofcourse you know about it.
Slumdog Millionaire inspires awe and is truly a great movie and well-deserving of all the accolades it’s received this awards season. I highly recommend it, with one very strong caveat — you must have a very strong constitution to view this film, especially Indians. Several scenes depicting the conditions in the poorest parts of India are absolutely awful to watch, especially early in the movie. For the average Indian who thinks that nationality lies in making sure that the other side of ‘shining India’ is not seen, the scenes are not very palatable.
Director Danny Boyle (28 Days Later, Trainspotting) does a masterful job handling an intense subject and the young Indian actors make the most of their performances. But it’s the writer, a British guy named Simon Beaufoy who has adapted a novel by Vikas Swarup, who shines. Slumdog Millionaire opens with a police inspector in Mumbai aggressively interrogating Jamal Malik (Dev Patel), a former street child. Jamal is a contestant on the game show, Kaun Banega Crorepati (the Indian version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?), hosted by Prem Kumar (noted Bollywood actor Anil Kapoor). Jamal has made it to the final question, but the police are now accusing him of cheating.