By appreciating 'Slumdog Millionaire' we have proved once again that India is a country fraught only with poverty and goons. We did it earlier too! We appreciated 'The white tiger', which too focused on the poverty, corruption and people with small bellies. Champions of 'Slumdog Millionaire' claimed to clap upon the wonderful acting and a new gripping storyline, however, an unbiased scrutiny is imperative to see if the artistic merits of the movie absolve it of its reprehensible cum organized cinematic terror on Indian dignity.
They uttered, "Ah! This is what we call a non formula movie." Is it really a non formula movie? Or the formula is to show India a country swamped with malaria, corruption, child abuse and contaminated water; a country where filth is quietly accepted as general part of the life; a country where prostitution is a vocation; and you have an award winning movie. Another commonality was the cliche, which apparently was sanctioned for so called different movie, that hero wins the heroine in the end not matter what may come. The movie, as the English believe, portrays realistic image of India and withers the claims of India Shining. However, the scene where a boy swathed in filth manages to have Mr Amitabh's autograph is a far fetched reality. Although the triumphant countenance of the boy after getting the autograph of the personality he deified, deserves a standing ovation. The movie boasts of the surrealistic plot, albeit good and riveting, in which a slum dweller eventually becomes a millionaire--thanks to his slum upbringing -- but in actuality it is rife with trivialities such as female's sacrifice to save her beloved, melodramatic change of heart of the brother of the protagonist, and love standing victorious notwithstanding many hardships. The movie is also punctuated by many flaws such as a by standing blind beggar knowing of Benjamin Franklin or Jamal's learning of Samual Colt just because Salim owns a gun or the fluent English a slum dweller spoke. Further, I perhaps will never be able to understand Boyel's fascination for faeces. Was Train Spotting not enough?
On the dialogues front, the movie hits India where it hurts. The movie starts with an idiot police man coercing Jamal to confess to the crimes he never did. When the police beats Salim for his hoodwinking the American tourists, Salim delivers, "Do you want to see real India? Here it is". Then American tourists were shown to save the boy just to mollycoddle the shitheads sitting on the other corner of the world. Neither of the perspective is absolutely correct as the movie manages to prove. But by showing that a slum dweller is conveniently ignorant about his own country--he doesn't know what is written over lions; he doesn't know who is there in Rs 1000 note--but he coincidentally knows everything pertinent to the American world. If Boyel wanted to show our allegiance towards America or the movie was made for American appeasement, well I am not party to such conception.
They uttered, "Ah! This is what we call a non formula movie." Is it really a non formula movie? Or the formula is to show India a country swamped with malaria, corruption, child abuse and contaminated water; a country where filth is quietly accepted as general part of the life; a country where prostitution is a vocation; and you have an award winning movie. Another commonality was the cliche, which apparently was sanctioned for so called different movie, that hero wins the heroine in the end not matter what may come. The movie, as the English believe, portrays realistic image of India and withers the claims of India Shining. However, the scene where a boy swathed in filth manages to have Mr Amitabh's autograph is a far fetched reality. Although the triumphant countenance of the boy after getting the autograph of the personality he deified, deserves a standing ovation. The movie boasts of the surrealistic plot, albeit good and riveting, in which a slum dweller eventually becomes a millionaire--thanks to his slum upbringing -- but in actuality it is rife with trivialities such as female's sacrifice to save her beloved, melodramatic change of heart of the brother of the protagonist, and love standing victorious notwithstanding many hardships. The movie is also punctuated by many flaws such as a by standing blind beggar knowing of Benjamin Franklin or Jamal's learning of Samual Colt just because Salim owns a gun or the fluent English a slum dweller spoke. Further, I perhaps will never be able to understand Boyel's fascination for faeces. Was Train Spotting not enough?
On the dialogues front, the movie hits India where it hurts. The movie starts with an idiot police man coercing Jamal to confess to the crimes he never did. When the police beats Salim for his hoodwinking the American tourists, Salim delivers, "Do you want to see real India? Here it is". Then American tourists were shown to save the boy just to mollycoddle the shitheads sitting on the other corner of the world. Neither of the perspective is absolutely correct as the movie manages to prove. But by showing that a slum dweller is conveniently ignorant about his own country--he doesn't know what is written over lions; he doesn't know who is there in Rs 1000 note--but he coincidentally knows everything pertinent to the American world. If Boyel wanted to show our allegiance towards America or the movie was made for American appeasement, well I am not party to such conception.
The motives of English movie makers behind ostentatious portrayal of only what doesn't glitter in India is quite clear. It is to serve what sells in the outer world, which gloats when India is again and again called a third world country. There was a time the world wanted to seek snake charmers, rope walkers, and roadside magicians, but now the taste has changed. They want to see real India replete with gansters, eye gouging goons and people living in abject conditions. And the movie serves them exactly that on hot platter. All said about others, the motives of Indian writers were quite inexplicable. The disposition of King Khan also was not understandable when he thanked his heart out to Danny Boyel for shooting slums in Mumbai. I am sure it would have been impossible to watch 'Slumdog Millionaire' for an Indian sitting in the 'glittering' part of the world. The only thing such movies do is disfigure India's dignity. I wonder how many blows to our bruised dignity are needed to make us finally understand what to clap upon!
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Well I was among the people who clapped for the movie after I saw it.. my claps were for the appreciation of the art though I Disliked the glory at the end (huh.. so much for the sake of commercialism).. Yet I feel sorry for the purpose these movies are ultimately used - international community use these movies as their eyes to watch India (country of snake-charmers).. and I feel guilty that I clapped for the movie in the first place and contributed towards its huge success..........
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