Friday, December 26, 2008

A Good Excuse to Get Out of the House While Your Grandmother Watches Guiding Light

Hello, it's me, and I'm being disproportionately impacted by an artistic incarnation again, only SURPRISE, this time it's not a book. It's a movie: Danny Boyle's Slumdog Millionaire.

This movie is like peeling a really ripe, beautiful orange with syrupy hands and getting the pulp stuck underneath your fingernails and taking a bite of the sweet/sour fruit and having the juice drip down your chin and sting dry spots on your lips. It is a wholly visceral experience. The cinematography is like if by some miracle Darren Aronofsky and Baz Lurhmann (ugh, minus Australia) had a baby and then that kid became obsessed with both Spike Lee and Bollywood and decided to make a film. There were incredible jump cuts and heavily-spliced montage scenes (I know what those things are now that I took a cinema class!). The acting was inspired. This is definitely Dev Patel's breakout role; he previously starred in Skins, my all-time favorite British teen soap. But this film brings Patel to a whole different level.

The plot revolves around a young man from the slums of Bombay who becomes a contestant on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. Each question he is asked on the game show is used as a catalyst to explore the painful and beautiful memories of his life.

Go pay $12.50 for the best goddamn orange of your life.


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