
The highly touted Slumdog Millionaire is consistent, purposeful and predictable, though it is not my type of movie. The story of a child in the slums of Bombay (now called Mumbai), India, is a slice of low life that thrusts itself from inexplicable terror to inexplicable paradise, which makes it arbitrary and thus terribly uninvolving. What’s more, the visuals are vile and characters—wayward kids—are two-dimensional. They deliberate and make choices, but their future is fundamentally determined; an inexplicably corrupt society, making inexplicable progress, inexplicably turns for or against them.
The subtitled Slumdog Millionaire is also revolting, with numerous scenes depicting abuse, mutilation and torture of children, mostly boys (this widely praised picture again demonstrates Hollywood’s double standard, as Hounddog was vilified and blocked due to a single, organic child rape scene). Beatings, wild dogs, eyes being gouged out with kitchen utensils, sex slavery, burning flesh—this movie is repulsive, dumping a child in feces for laughs and delivering the misery to squeeze an artificially happy ending out of the last few minutes. The girl barely thinks, let alone speaks, and the boy, who becomes fixated on her after his mother dies, shuffles from crisis to crisis—and both of them are inexplicably controlled by a self-destructive older brother who kneels, prays and erupts with the phrase “God is great!” between inexplicable acts of good and evil.
The attention-deficient Slumdog Millionaire feels like it’s made for television, which explains why it uses a TV show (India’s variation of ABC’s Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?) as a framing device. The gimmick, not character, is the hook. As such, Slumdog Millionaire is pure multiple choice—cheat, get lucky, be a genius or admit that life is rigged—and, with three out of four quickly discarded, the obvious final answer is something of a bore.
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