Danny Boyle’s latest jumps off the screenRelease DateDirectorWriter?StarringStudio/Run TimeThe buzz around Danny Boyle’s latest film hit fever pitch when it premiered at the Telluride Film Festival this summer.Slumdog MillionaireLittle Miss SunshineJuno
Propelled by a taut script from screenwriter Simon Beaufoy (The Full Monty), Slumdog Millionaire tells the story of Jamal, an orphan from the slums of Mumbai who gets to the final round on the Indian version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
Certain that an uneducated tea server from the poorest class of society
could never successfully answer so many questions without cheating,
local authorities try to beat Jamal into a confession. Through a series
of flashbacks, Jamal demonstrates how he’s learned the answers through
his varied experiences growing up on the streets.
Stylistically, Slumdog Millionaire explodes off the screen with a frenetic energy I haven’t seen since Fernando Meirelles’ City of God.
Filmed on location in Mumbai, the film conveys the Indian city’s
wondrous vibrance. The city springs to life with throngs of people,
rich colors, quick cuts, pulsating music, the spectre of skyscrapers
hovering over Asia’s largest slum, shaky cameras following kids running
through the streets, and a story constantly cutting back and forth in
Boyle’s latest covers a lot of ground (perhaps too much). Slumdog
is a Dickensian rags-to-riches tale with a romance at the center. It’s
also a suspenseful, feel-good sports drama (the game show standing in
as a sport). All the while, the flashbacks show Jamal, his brother
Salim and Latika, his soon-to-be romantic obsession, dealing with
extreme poverty, classism, corruption, genocide and child
prostitution. This underbelly of society is handled with a light
touch. While Boyle and Beaufoy want to address harsh reality, they
clearly don’t want it to obscure the joy and vitality they’ve witnessed
in the slums.
This may seem like sugarcoating, a crowd-pleasing strategy to deliver a
well-told tale with a happy ending but little substance. Yet ponderous
independent filmmakers anxious to display “gritty reality” often ignore
their characters’ multifaceted inner lives. Slumdog explores
them—the difference in the choices made by Jamal and his brother (who
becomes a player in the Mumbai mafia) are stark and seem to make a
statement about poverty and moral choice. While Meirelles’ work may
lend itself better to polemics, Boyle’s more holistic portrayal
engenders better understanding. This is a film with layers; I’m anxious
to see it again and glean aspects I missed.
Slumdog Millionaire combines (and outdoes) the style and energy of Boyle’s Trainspotting with the tenderness, sentimentality and accessibility of his overlooked family film, Millions.
In lesser hands, his new picture would’ve come across as a gimmicky,
sentimental, conventional and superficial mess. But Boyle (who also
gave us the reinvented zombie thriller 28 Days Later and the ambitious sci-fi of Sunshine) has revealed himself to be a true master of the language of cinema, in all its dimensions.
A decade from now, we’ll look back at the recent crop of feel-good
indie blockbusters with nostalgic fondness, but convey little import on
them. Slumdog Millionaire, however, will stand as a stylistic triumph and an important evolution in Western cinematic depictions of India.
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