Yesterday I woke up in the best mood ever, I showered and had eggs and then Alyx came over and we went for a walk, a talk, and eventually she fell asleep on my couch in her bra and skirt and I watched Slumdog Millionaire and remembered why I actively tried not to watch critically acclaimed movies once they had been critically acclaimed.
It’s not that the movie wasn’t good, because it was.
It was gritty and real and sometimes made me go “oh my god” and my jaw dropped a few times because I remembered that the slums and terrible living conditions they portrayed are actually how a huge percentage of the worlds population lives and that scared me a bit to see it.
The concept was really interesting and being brought back to the days when Who Wants to Be a Millionaire was popular was some nice nostalgia, I really am a huge fan of the plot and how we were taken from Jamal being interrogated, watching the video of his appearance on the show and learning his history and subsequently how all of his knowledge came to him was interesting and well-paced.
The characters were really well-developed and it wasn't one of those movies that left you wondering at what motivated and moved each of the characters; in most cases you were extremely aware of who they had been shaped into who they became and what drove them through the length of the film. In particular I liked the sleazy host of the show that catapaults Jamal to fame.
What bugs me is when people say that it’s this huge revolutionary movie because it didn’t really feel that way to me. It portrayed some things I never knew, sure, the dark underbelly of a culture that I’m not familiar with, but I’ve heard people say that it’s the best film ever made and that’s just not the case.
I had a similar experience with No Country for Old Men and remember being really stoked to watch it and being really let-down by it and as a result I wasn’t really stoked to watch Slumdog and I think I actually appreciated the movie more knowing it probably wasn’t going to be as glorious as the reviews had made it out to be.
It was a good way to kill a few hours and I liked it, but didn’t appreciate when the nitty-gritty of the film was subsequently ruined by a huge choreographed upbeat dance number featuring the whole cast to an Indian version of that annoyingly catchy Pussycat Dolls song.
It really seems like BTA are taking over Chateau 100, since last night marked the housewarming of Krash and Jocelyn, as well as the much-anticipated Mustache Party. First guests, we take our Mustaching very seriously. Mustaches came on and off periodically, double-sided tape doesn't stick to skin as well as you'd hope. However Shawna cheated by sticking her paper one through her piercing, a choice move to be sure. Fuck, I'm going to hell. Thanks for comin' out Komus. Gordon! It's been forevs. Enjoy your weekend my dears.