January 28th, 2009
Slumdog Millionaire
Now really is it worth all the fuss? Ten Oscar nominations? Four Golden Globes? The ‘best ensemble cast’ at the SAG awards? Probably. It’s a good film. It’s difficult not to be drawn in by the romance of the film or the beautiful cinematography, yet categorising a film depicting extreme poverty, religious riots, death, modern day child slavery and prostitution as ‘the feel-good movie of the year’ is a tad disturbing right?
Based on the Vikas Swarup novel Q and A, Danny Boyle’s Slumdog Millionaire tells the story of a young slum boy called Jamal who manages to escape the ‘beggar mafia’ in the Dharavi slums of Mumbai and goes on to win 20 million Rupees in the Indian equivalent of ‘Who wants to be a Millionaire’. Having made it to the final question Prem Kumar (the game show host) calls upon the authorities and accuses Jamal of cheating, on the assumption that an uneducated tea server (chai-wallah) could not possibly know the answers.
During the opening scene the viewers are introduced to Jamal via police interrogators using torture tactics to unsuccessfully force Jamal into admitting his guilt. Determined to solve the case, police inspector (Irrfan Khan) spends the night questioning in turn how he came to answer each question correctly, resulting in a ‘bizarrely plausible’ tale of a slumdog, his brother and his love. The multi-layered story of Jamal’s battle in the slums, the death of his mother, his heart-break over Latika and the care of his brother, Salim, are depicted as flashbacks documenting his upbringing and coincidentally explaining how he came to not only be on the show in the first place but also how he was able to answer correctly and what his motivations were for participating. finding Latika.
It’s a sad story, sad in the fact that the beggar mafia is by no means fictitious or that children are taken into ‘care’ by real life gangsters, severely mutilated and forced out to beg, steal and cheat on the harsh streets of a big city. I feel anything but good about seeing the harsh reality of India’s poverty, but having said that I don’t think it should be hidden away either; ‘the last thing these people are looking for is pity‘.
The problem with Amitabh Bachchan is that hes taken all this very personal, suggesting that the portrayal of Mumbai’s slums is some kind of western attack on India as a developing nation, or more likely he’s just jealous of the global recognition a western director is getting for making an ‘Indian’ film and I just don’t get it. This film is accessible to a western audience and I hope that it will do its part in taking tourism back to India after the horrific Mumbai attacks, it’s too beautiful a country not to see! All in all, I enjoyed Slumdog Millionaire and will probably enjoy seeing it again but I totally prefer real Bollywood, Akshay Kumar is so dreamy and the dancing’s much better.














