slumdog: best, it ain’t.
2009 January 28
Just in case Slumdog Millionaire becomes The Best Picture Of The Year, I must put it out there publicly that I think it shouldn't be.
It was fun, it was cute, it was beautiful, it was well-directed. It was also superficial, and in the end, a bit of movie fluff. If it wasn't set in India, it would have just been any old movie, an Underdog Millionaire. The moral message was so standard that it might have been, ugh, Serendipity: All will work out in the end; love is eternal; just be good, persevere. Even slumdogs grow up to look like models.
(After Sunshine, and now this, I've come to think that Danny Boyle has a habit of sabotaging the endings of his films.)
