Slumdog Millionaire

Danny Boyle's finest since "Trainspotting." In fact, it's the best British/Indian gameshow-based romance of the millennium.

Slumdog Millionaire is the film world's first globalized masterpiece.

Slumdog Millionaire features the simplest story Boyle has ever told, which may explain why its many pleasures are so pure.

A great movie is something more than the sum total of all its parts, and here, the elements all come together to form a feature that speaks a universal form of optimism that isn't likely to get lost in translation, no matter where it screens, or who is watching.

Despite its elements of brutality, this is a buoyant hymn to life, and a movie to celebrate.

A stylish, ingeniously constructed bit of hokum, a sparkling trinket of a movie that's as implausible as it is irresistible.

Doesn't hit its stride until the last 30 minutes, and by then, it's just a little too late.

Why it rocks: The story is very clean, simple, and easy to follow and the graphics are really good looking. The cast did a great job, and the direction is really well done, plus there’s a nice hint of romance. It won an Oscar for pretty much anything it could have, and for a good reason.

Didn't feel like it painted a full picture of the country and the variety of it's inhabitants while also having a pretty predictable story. The fact there were almost no redeeming characters and had such an isolated view of the country made it kind of boring.

Ah l'exotisme de l'Inde, ses ratonnades, ses bouteilles d'eau (là, c'est carrément flippant...) ses toilettes à ciel ouvert, son fleuve magnifique qui charrie les ordures (et bien d'autres choses...) ses bidons-villes, ses trafics de mendiants, ses trafics d'enfants (des enfants mendiants je crois...) ses décharges à ciel ouvert, ses interrogatoires de suspects dans la déontologie et le respect... Et ses trains bondés, ses vols à l'étalage et à la roulotte et... sa mafia et sa prostitution... enfin tout ça, quoi, ça donne envie d'aller voir et de visiter ! merci Danny Boyle ! en tout cas, ça reste assez drôle, du genre drôlement ironique bien sûr et assez bien réalisé même si Danny agite parfois un peu trop la caméra. Mais il est vrai que c'est co-réalisé avec un Indien, alors don't act... Très bon rythme par ailleurs dans cette histoire menée décidément sans temps mort... mais beaucoup d'incohérences et d'invraisemblances également sont à déplorer... une façon polie de dire qu'on nous prend quand même un peu trop pour des jambons ! le prétexte romantique est bien joli mais on ne veut pas voir de bollywooderies et autres conneries du même genre, non, non, je vous assure... Un brin nunuche et concon donc tout cela... mais étonnamment divertissant quand même ! un étrange et dépaysant mélange quoi qu'il en soit.

This film features a less tourist and romantic side of India: a society where traditional social castes are still subject to discrimination, where the immensely rich are very few, and the absolutely miserable are millions. I'm not in India to see if this film shows the reality, in these issue, but it might be close. The two main characters are played by Dev Patel and Freida Pinto (a possible descendant of Portuguese, judging by the family name), and we can say that both are quite reasonable, given the circumstances. However, this film is just that good. To begin, credibility is not the big point of this film, especially for those who do not believe in coincidences. Otherwise, we would never be able to believe in the possibility of a person without instruction win a general culture contest thanks to answers are things that these person was memorizing lifelong, by chance. Nor would believe that one contest normally transmitted deferred would be broadcast live, or that such a popular winner could walk in public immediately after the contest without anyone looking at him more than twice. None of this makes sense, only serves melodramatic purposes, but this is the basis of the film and the script, written by Simon Beaufoy, based on a book I've never read, by Vikas Swarup. This lack of logic fatally victim the main character, despite Patel's efforts to look convincing. His romantic couple seems more consistent, but never ceases to be a highly secondary character. Far-fetched and unrealistic from the beginning to the end, this film is a failure. The way was thinking is too imaginative and bet too much on coincidences. This works with some, but not all audiences. This film does not have the value that most critics gave him, nor deserve Oscars who won. If there is overrated films, this is one.

Slumdog Millionaire is Danny Boyle's worst film so far. Boyle tried to ambitiously replicate Fernando Meirelles' City of God - a true modern masterpiece about life on the outskirts of Rio De Janeiro - but he failed miserably. It's one of those terribly cliched and predictable movies where the lovable loser wins at the end and gets the girl and the money. The acting is weak and there's a glaring lack of substance. There's not a single transformation portrayed, no character arc just an overflow of sappy moments. It doesn't resemble a shred of reality and it completely skips the true horrors of being born in poverty. I have lived in England all my life but even someone as unaware as me could point out that kids who serve tea in India with no parents don't speak in English, certainly not with hints of a British accent. The film says that the only hope to escape poverty is by fortuity and for that people flourish it with awards? Danny Boyle's crowd pleasing "art" film is the very definition of mediocrity. It's manipulative trash simply made for the sole purposes of winning awards.