Danny Boyle is a name I can rely on within Hollywood. While I didn't flock to his weepy tale of Millions, I found his previous efforts in 1995's Shallow Grave and 2002's 28 Days Later (the first half). His career has been aesthetically luxurious and earnest. With his recent dabbling in multiculturalism, Slumdog Millionaire takes City of God inspired narrations of a troubled childhood and adds Bollywood flavor in what takes place at a Hindi version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? For what it's worth, Bollywood is famous in our American culture for their unabashed rip-offs, remakes, forgeries, and other doppelganging oddities.
Voiced by a throbbing Hindi electro soundtrack led by bumping tracks from M.I.A., It's nice to finally see a film that uses smash hit Paper Planes to such an effective degree. Better yet, the culture of this film fits rather close to the characters featured in Slumdog Millionaire. The acting is stellar but I cannot find much porous material in Jamal to latch upon. Sure, the film is a filling outing in cinema, but it's stuck on the appetizer. Slumdog Millionaire definitely feels like it's missing something. The array of questions throughout Slumdog Millionaire coincide with events that transpired in his past creating this buoyant Déjà vu that fills you with glee.
Slumdog Millionaire is a solemn film of many virtues. It's a thing of beauty. It isn't perfect and it never strived to be. When Danny Boyle created this film, I'm sure he had no expectations of his latest film to be called the single greatest film of 2008. What a way to cap off the end of such a prosperous year. Redefining inspirational cinema, Slumdog Millionaire will tug at your heartstrings. For once, I'm not discouraged of liking something so one-sidedly well-received. Had I not liked this film, the surprise dance number at the end might have made me vomit in my mouth a little.