Some of you never can get enough of Slumdog Millionaire. A variety of reasons – nationalistic pride, joy, delight, and the sheer musical thrill – all add up to the historic creative confluence, itself limned vividly against the background of the historicity of a phenom called Obama, it can get all too giddy for some.
And the opinions, good god man, the opinions, there is no shortage of them either.
The reviews, on the other hand, are generally long on rhetoric and often fall short on thoughtfulness. Except this:
Molly A Daniels-Ramanujan does a superb job of providing a comprehensive overview of all the ideas expressed, and a terrific perspective on what it all says. She offers a particularly powerful vantage point, borne of comparable situations and circumstances half a world away.
The reviews fell into three distinct camps: the ideological, the aesthetic, and the didactic. [ ]
For writers, artists, and creative people on the whole, slum-dwellers are people like themselves. More so in India, where there is only one degree of separation from the people who live on Marine Drive, or Malabar Hill, and slum dwellers: [snip]
If you loved the fairy tale, the romance of rags to riches story; if you marveled at the color, the energy and the sense of community found in an Indian slum, this is your film. [ ]
And, anyone who reviews “Slumdog” should read the original novel by Indian diplomat Vikram Swarup, titled “Q & A.” The ideas in the novel cannot be easily translated into sociology or anthropology. The ideas are subtle, and could have only come from someone who understands, first hand, how knowledge is disseminated in an oral culture. [ ]
There are people like me who take an interest equally in the life lived in an Indian hovel or an Indian palace. Even to me, a woman born and bred in India, India is still exotic. It is an artist’s paradise. The best muse in the world [ ]
There is more, a lot more. I recommend you read all of it to get a comprehensive idea of the different ways you can look at, err India Unfinished.