I saw a movie over the weekend that left me in such a feeling of pure joy that I had to share it with my friends. But I'm not a writer of reviews, and feel as though I won't be able to do it justice. All that I can honestly do is to tell you how I feel and that'll have to suffice.
Directed by Danny Boyle (and Loveleen Tandan: India), Slumdog Millionaire is the one movie (besides Benjamin Button) I'd wanted to see over the holidays. I went with my friend, KathyJules. We've always gone to movies together.
There were only 6 other people in the theatre on Sunday morning, which surprised me. It sold out both Friday and Saturday night, I'd heard. We'd both read the plot, but little else, so we were not prepared with some of the horrors and atrocities that gripped us from the very start of the movie and kept us on the edge of our seats throughout most of it. I don't want to put you off about it because the rewards are great. There is love, and laughter and absolute joy.
Slumdog Millionaire is the story of the life of an impoverished Indian teen named Jamal Malik, who becomes a contestant on the Hindi version of "Who Wants to be A Millionaire?", wins, and is then suspected of cheating.
The film takes place in India, and it's not the India we've seen portrayed by the media. These are the slums and the conditions are shocking, although at the same time it's amazing how resilient small children can be when this is all they know. And the story of two little boys and the girl they befriend will stay with you without haunting you.
And the end . . . all I can say is that when we left the theatre, we were crying with joy. And I wanted to go out right away and buy a yellow scarf.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .