India is a passionate and emotion packed country. We put our heroes on cloud 9 the moment they achieve something of world recognition and bring them down mercilessly at one wrong move.
The whole nation is celebrating the Slumdog success at the Oscars like there is no tomorrow.
What exactly are they celebrating? How many know anything about Rasul pookutty the man behind Black, Saawariya, and Gajni and exceptionally talented sound mixer?
Rehman is a great composer and I am his great fan but I guess this was not one of his best scores, he has given great music in many other Bollywood movies and this was average for his standard in my opinion. It did not spin any magic for me at least.
I think it is a mockery of India made for the viewing pleasure of westerners. I did not find any soul of the movie. It worked just because of the British direction and production. It is a clever well-timed production.
Unfortunately, Gulzar sahib and singer sukhvinder were treated like underdogs and it really saddened me. The song, which won many hearts “Jai ho” is sung in the passionate voice of a singer who somehow missed the Oscar ceremony and the credit all went to Rehman.
In all the euphoria about Rehman, the world forgot the lyrist and that too a great genius of music industry. Gulzar Saheb got very little coverage for his awesome work.
Slumdog millionaire did not work for me despite the whole world going euphoric about it.
First, it is not at all an “Indian” Oscar winning movie. Although I am glad that some of our most talented artists finally got their due in the world cinema. Still it did not appeal to me much. I found Slumdog Millionaire to be decidedly average.
The dialogue delivery was a pain all through the movie. Dev Patel was an eye sore and the Bollywood style romance with Frieda Pinto seemed utterly out of place. Everything he did rang hollow: every piece of dialogue, every bit of action, everything. Let us be honest. Dev Patel would not last five minutes in a Mumbai slum. It all seemed fictitious and unbelievable to me.
The film does not have the sincerity and honesty of a “Salaam Bombay” or a “City of Joy”. The way Salim is portrayed towards the ending of the movie is highly reminiscent of scenes from “The City of God.” How original is that?
It is modern version of a westerner’s point of view of what India is all about. It looks as if all the scrap of dirt is lifted and put together in one big bag. A gross injustice I would say.
When the West wanted Indians to embrace them, their companies to come to India and capture the lucrative markets, suddenly we had all the Indian women, some utterly undeserving, winning all the Miss Universe and Miss Worlds.
In the movie, Americans are shown as being nice who even give away 100$ after getting their car stolen. This is narcissism at its best.
I think it is nothing but a “poverty tour.” Slumdog twists the reality of the slums to fit its story line.
“They have made a mockery of us, they have hurt our sentiments,” said N.R. Paul, a protest leader and resident in Dharavi, Asia’s largest slum.
The title itself made the slum dwellers extremely annoyed. “Slum dwellers are human beings, not dogs”, said one poster.
Today, the west is in the crisis and India is looking unstoppable despite its slums and poverty, and they are losing their businesses to us. What an opportunity to paint India as the Slumdog Millionaire? The film is nothing but an endorsement of an erstwhile imperial mindset of the West and its blinkered vision of India.
It is sad that our immense talent could not produce a true blue Indian film for the Oscars. Moreover, it makes me wonder, why are we so greedy about winning an Oscar after all? Is it the ultimate word on Indian cinema or worldwide cinema for that matter?
For the first time in the American movie history, a completely unworthy movie has been awarded one of the most coveted awards that an often time is denied to the best of the best.
Megan Mylan’s film “Smile Pinky” deserved it and got it. Congratulations.