Maybe it’s a little delayed that I’m just now writing a post about Slumdog Millionaire because it came out in 2008 and it is now 2011, but don’t judge me. I love movies, but I don’t often get to see them as soon as they come out. This movie, for example, came out while I was in Argentina, and had already left theaters by the time I came back to the States. So by sheer happenstance, I had not seen Slumdog Millionaire until last night.
I knew I would like it a long time ago. A love story, trivia, flashbacks, ethnic/cultural exploration, gang violence–everything that I could ever want in a movie was right there. Sometimes we get our hopes up, though, for something that we wait for a long time. Sometimes we get disappointed when we finally see a movie after all those years… Thankfully, I did not have that disappointment after SM. Instead, I was even more blown away than I had hoped. There’s definitely a reason that it won Best Picture that year.
I can tell when I’ve seen a good movie because it stays with me all day. I went to bed last night after watching it still pondering different aspects of the film. What could have been said, but wasn’t, by the characters, much like the way I replay actual conversations in my head (you know, when you wish you had been cooler or tougher or smarter, and what if you had been?). I couldn’t think of a way to improve it. It was just a thrill to relive it in my memory as I was falling asleep. I don’t want to talk about the plotline or the social relevancy of the movie beyond saying that it was a captivating story and forces important issues of poverty and gang violence into view that need to be discussed. I’m just going to say go watch it if you haven’t.
And I can really tell if I’ve seen a good movie if I have vivid dreams with complex story lines afterword, which I did. The dream itself had very little to do with the plot of SM, but I know that the story was inspired by the movie. Bonus: I remember the details of the dream well enough that I could write it down and turn it into a story or novella.
So though I doubt you are as behind the times as I am with modern movies, if you haven’t seen Slumdog Millionaire yet, go watch it. It’s beautifully told, and it gets my cinematic seal of approval (which is actually hard to achieve). I would watch this movie again. I would probably even buy my own copy of it if I saw it in the store. It’s a gem.