Slumdog is . . .

Overrated. There, I said it. Monday, I went to my local cineplex to immerse myself in the majesty that is "Slumdog." I'd heard people raving. People whose opinions I trust. People who love film. As you know from earlier posts, I'd declared this film "this year's 'Little Miss Sunshine.'" In the next breath, I admitted I hadn't seen it, but that I was going to see the film -- with a completely open mind.

So I did. With me, several of my girl-fridays. Two and one half hours later, we emerged from the darkened theatre. I looked at each of their faces -- straining to see reaction. Their blank faces mirrored mine. I turned to girl-friday A and said, "so. . . . " She shrugged her shoulders. "It was fine. . . . " A rush of relief washed over me. As the credits began, and the nonsensical final sequence began, I thought to myself, "just as I thought. Overrated."

I feel like a McCain supporter on the most recent election night. Why is everyone so excited about this film? I found the script to be interesting (cute idea, admittedly), but the plot development was transparent. The performances were wooden (well, except for the two kids who played the lead actor's character earlier in his life -- they deserve some accolades). The cinematography vomit-inducing. On it's own, the film is fine. A perfectly fine way to spend nearly three hours. But it does not hold a candle to it's "competitors" in this years ' awards race.

I'm the first one to admit that my tastes aren't shared by all. I have been wrong in the past, and I am always seeking an opportunity to learn and grow. I've consulted with several experts about my reaction to the film. I've pleaded, "help me! why am I one of the only people who wasn't raving about this movie after I saw it?! What did I miss? I want to understand what I missed."

I am still waiting to hear. Until then, I stand by my assessment -- overrated.


I have spoken.