You think i ain't worth a Slumdog, but i feel like a Millionaire
It has been awhile since i have found myself skipping out into the streets after a film. Been awhile since i have felt more full of energy walking out of a picture than going in.
That is what Danny Boyle's Slumdog Millionaire will do to you.
It had me clicking my heels in the bitter cold not wanting to go home even though it was very much past my bed time.
This is the second best picture of the year for my money (Synecdoche, New York being the first) and deserves the praise that it has received critically. Although, i have to say, do not go in expecting to be changed or particularly moved. Not to say there are not any scenes to be moved from, because it is filled with absolutely wonderful moments that (unless you are in the completely wrong mindset) should strike a chord with any human being with blood running freely through his or her own body. This film does not pretend to be anything but a sweet love story fortunately, it just so happens that it is incredibly well shot, edited, written, and directed.
If you are tired of the other big depressing pictures this year (The Wrestler, The Reader, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Revolutionary Road) this will be the breath of fresh air you have been looking for. It is invigorating to see a film with so much hope and life.
Something worth braving the cold for.