Slumdog Millionaire

An exploitative film... a selectively filmed and sounded demonstration of colonial fantasy with added value in the form of purifying catharsis. Slumdog Millionaire doesn't say anything about India, it's just borrowing it as padding in sympathetic shrapnel aimed at Western audiences. The essence of contemporary ideological escapism, however riveting technically. I don't believe anything about that movie. Boyle's obsession with the invisible hand of fate is typical from this point of view - just garish colors on an empty concrete block of a "guaranteed hit". (02/20/2011)

A Brit-Bollywood remake of the Czech fairytale movie O chytrém Honzovi (= Clever Jack). This could be called Clever Jamal or How a Poor Guy with Common Sense Found Happiness and it is extremely good and enlightening. But didn’t it bend the truth whenever it could (mainly in the live transmissions) for the crude purpose of wringing your heart strings? Yes, but who cares in a fairytale, huh kids? P.S.: And isn’t the book better than the movie? No, it’s not. Because Swarup’s work is something completely different. Some black humor, cynicism and a message that is the exact opposite of Boyle’s ever so sweet, naive candy cane. And I like that kind of thing more than fairytales... (01/05/2009)

A naive, clichéd and predictable fairy tale about how a poor boy came to happiness. Boyle's film captivates with the sweeping realities of contemporary, overpopulated India, but otherwise has little else to offer. The childhood scenes are excellent, full of life and filmmaking passion, but the rest follows the same routine as many other films, without a hint of surprise, suspense or believable emotions. Bollywood came to Hollywood with a bang and everyone sat on their asses. Not me, though, sorry. (02/03/2009)

A cleverly told fairy tale about a) luck, b) faith, c) life, d) Who Wants to be a Millionaire, which can catch a person’s attention even though they don’t particularly like this kind of sob story. This is a story about a tiny squirt Jamal whose life led him on the journey of answers, which Danny Boyle managed to capture to the very last detail. He managed beautifully to portray the ludicrousness of the civilized world, where, for instance, after one drastic scene from childhood, the show host cracks a cheap joke. The actors are well cast too, both the small ones, and Dev Patel himself, with the beautiful Frida Pinto. P.S.: Did you notice those questions aimed at an English-speaking audience at the end of the contest? (03/21/2009)

Danny Boyle got rid of Alex Garland and brought a cheap fairy tale to the West, exactly according to the Bollywood model. Its aesthetics of dirty slums and the search for happiness in it obviously earn touching moments with the audience, standing applause, and gilded statuettes. Unfortunately, to me, it smells of cheap calculation, which is only kept afloat by the fantastic passage with the little kids, which is funny and sad, and above all real, which cannot be said about the rest. It’s not that I don't appreciate the effort, but I yawned through the efforts of this hypocritical world - the visuals are like one of Tony Scott's Mexican trips and the good music (Boyle’s trademark) is nowhere to be found. I understand the general enthusiasm, I just don't share it. (02/14/2009)