Slumdog Millionaire won Best Pic at the Golden Globes. Cool. Big whup. No one really cares. However, it is a good clue as to where Academy voters minds are settling. But I am not the Academy. To which I say, "I AM GREATER!"
Alright, quick rundown. Slumdog Millionaire is told in a non-linear fashion about a young man from a slum in India who is one question away from 20 million rupee prize on India's version of "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?". He's accused of heating and interrogated. We learn about his youth and his love for a young woman. Simple enough.
Firstly, whoever the editor is? Where is he? Stand up my friend. Clap, clap, clap. Beautiful. What a job. Truly good stuff. Where's the guy who did the music? You? Clap, clap, clap. Beauty, man. Alright, that outta the way. I loved it. It's like a feel good version of City of God. Not as good, but easily one of the elite movies this year.
Danny Boyle does a good job as usual, but unlike his recent penchant for dropping the ball in the second half (28 Days Later, Sunshine), he doesn't waiver. Ok, well watch the credits and give me your opinion on that subject later. Then watch the on-foot chase sequence near the beginning and let it re-establish your faith.
All in all, I'd say this is completely deserving as Best Pic. Not my choice (See. Doubt). If it won I wouldn't complain. Much.
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