Slumdog Millionaire review
When I got ready to watch Slumdog Millionaire, I had high hopes for this movie; after all it had won four Golden Globe awards and had been receiving plenty of publicity.
However shortly after the movie began, my hopes were not only dashed, they were brutally crushed!
Rather than being a movie about a boy’s journey from rags to riches, it is instead a collection of thoughts, ideas, perception and collection of scenes by a foreigner who came to India and took one of those “poverty tours†that is becoming famous amongst rich foreigners who wish to see poverty so that they can discuss it over cocktail/tea.
Slumdog Millionaire showcases each and every bad aspect of Indian society with an attempt to appeal to the “high society foreigners†a fact showcased clearly when the lead actor (kid) is being beaten by the taxi driver, whose taxi kid’s brother and his gang (of which Jamal Malik is also part of) has dismantled and stolen and then the kid says to American’s in fluent English, this is India you wanted to see to which the American lady replies, “let me show you the generosity of America†and asks her husband to give the kid US$100!
And it doesn’t stops there, to showcase the utter lack of absence to comprehend the situation in India, the director fills it with situations where a teenage street kid has .45 Colt and knows the name of it (not the katta and other local made pistols that criminals in India use) or for that matter the scene where the blind child beggar knows, whose face it is on a US$ 100 note!
Slumdog Millionaire is utter nonsense that only those who don’t know anything about India or just want to jump on the “oh it is so good†bandwagon so that they can appear to be having “high taste†can appreciate. Overall it’s a complete disappointment and waste of time and money!
