I originally gave Slumdog Millionaire a three out of five, but thinking it over the past few weeks has made me downgrade it to a 2 1/2 at best. It seems to me that by using a "fairytale" framework, the movie feels free to use plenty of cliche and sentiment. "It is written"? UGH.
I found it predictable - poor urchin overcomes great odds by cunning and a big dose of luck and gets his dream girl and lives happily every after - and the sensationalist violence left a sour taste in my mouth in light of the offhand dismissal of the gritty lives these kids emerged from.
The story itself is hampered by gaping plot holes that are ignored in favour of hurtling toward the inevitable happy ending (and the big song and dance routine, which was fun and the redeeming factor of the ending).
Dev Patel is the weakest link in an otherwise decent cast full of appealing and capable child actors; he appeared to me to be sullen and dull throughout the film, rather than quick-witted and deserving of the fate he lands. Frieda Pinto is beautiful, but the film casts her in that role alone - she is a cypher, a pretty fantasy for Jamal to live his life hoping to achieve, but neither the audience or Jamal is allowed to see or access anything more about her, which makes their supposedly fated connection unsatisfying.
The cinematography is vivid, the sights and sounds of Mumbai - the beautiful tourist attractions as well as the grim of the slums - conveyed with an eye for detail. It was an enjoyable enough experience in the theatre, and the furious pace hides a lot of its sins, but in contemplation the film is as pretty and as empty and hollow as the romance at the centre of the film, and hardly deserving of the hype and praise heaped upon its slight self.
