I just watched Slumdog Millionaire last week after absorbing the unavoidable buzz around it for the past two months. My expectations were low as I’ve never been a Bollywood fan. In fact, I loathe Hindi films because a huge majority of them are so predictable and stereotypical.
That’s why I watched Slumdog Millionaire with little excitement preceding it. In fact, the only reason I watched it in the first place was to find out first hand what the fuss is all about.
Ten minutes into the movie, I’m sure glad I made the plunge. The story gripped me from the very first minute.
Usually, a film that’s flashback intensive would make me lose the plot; but the way Danny Boyle’s lays out the story made me feel engaged with the storyline. In fact, I found myself eager to see what the next mini-chapter is.
I don’t think I need to recap the story here because Slumdog Millionaire has got to be the most anticipated film about India in recent history. Sure, some hate it but most people who’ve watched it fell in love.
As the Academy Awards unfold while I’m typing this post; I’m pretty sure Slumdog Millionaire will walk away with quite a few Oscars. Personally though, I’m just glad I overcame my prejudices and gave it a chance.