Wait–that’s what happens in the movie Slumdog Millionaire, doesn’t it? A poor Indian guy wins on India’s “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” and is hauled into a police station and tortured because they can’t have a national hero without the Gitmo treatment.
This is just one of the many absurdities this movie gets away with. So many critics are heading out to the suburban cineplexes to watch mostly mainstream dogshit posing as entertainment that when a laughably cliched film gets a positive word-of-mouth campaign, it catches on with people who think they’re actually intelligent because they’ve picked a crowd-pleasing “art house” movie for awards. Yes, this movie which uses the plot-thudding idea of placing an actual TV quiz show within the plot. A movie that actually exploits children for cheap emotions, because it can’t earn truly heartfelt ones. A movie that pulls the Oliver Twist subplot out of its ass, because it lacks originality. A movie that has the same old plot device of “finding the girl you once loved at all costs” despite the fact that she’s deep in the clutches of organized crime. Groaners all.
I’m having a feeling this movie is going to be this year’s Crash–a movie that will will the top Oscars undeservedly and be promptly forgotten soon afterward. Critics are getting pretty lazy in really searching out what the truly best film of the year is if this is the best they can come up with. It’s amazing that with affordable technology expanding the amount of films produced every year, the roster of films chosen by “top critics” seems so narrow.