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Slumdog Millionaire
(
贫民窟的百万富翁)
2008
A
gaudy,
gorgeous
rush
of
color,
sound
and
motion,
“Slumdog
Millionaire,”
the
latest
from
the
British
shape-
shifter Danny Boyle,
doesn’t travel through the lower depths, it
giddily bounces from one horror to the next.
A modern fairy tale about a pauper
angling to become a prince, this sensory blowout
largely takes place amid the
squalor of
Mumbai, India, where lost children and dogs sift
through trash so fetid you swear you can smell the
discarded mango as well as its
pee
l, or could if the film weren’t
already hurtling through another picturesque
gutter.
Mr. Boyle, who first
stormed the British movie scene in the
mid-
1990s with flashy entertainments
like “Shallow
Grave” and
“Transpo
r
ting,” has a flair
for the outré. Few ot
her directors
could turn a heroin addict rummaging
inside a rank toilet bowl into a
surrealistic underwater reverie, as he does in
“Tran
spor
ting,” and fewer
still could
do so while holding onto
the character’s basic humanity. The addict, played
by Ewan McG
regor, emerges from his
repulsive splish-splashing with a near-
beatific smile (having successfully retrieved some
pills), a terrible if darkly
funny
image
that
turns
out
to
have
been
representative
not
just
of
Mr.
Boyle’s
bent
humor
but
also
of
his
worldview:
better to swim than to sink.
Swimming
comes naturally to Jamal (the British actor Dev
Patel in his feature-film debut), who earns a
living as a
chai-wallah
serving
fragrant
tea
to
call-
center
workers
in
Mumbai
and
who,
after
a
series
of
alternating
exh
ilarating and unnerving
adventures, has landed in the hot seat on the
television game show “Who Wants to Be
a
Millionaire.” Yet while the story opens with Jamal
on the verge of grabbing the big prize, Simon
Beaufoy’s
cleverly kinked screenplay,
adapted from a novel by Vikas Swarup, embraces a
fluid view of time and space,
effortlessly shuttling between the
young contestant’s past and his present, his
childhood spaces and grown
-up
times. Here, narrative doesn’t begin
and end: it flows and eddies —
just
like life.
By all rights the texture of
Jamal’s life should have been brutally coarsened
by tragedy and poverty by the time he
makes
a
grab
for
the
television
jackpot.
But
because
“Slumdog
Millionaire”
is
self
-consciously
(perhaps
commercially)
framed
as
a
contemporary
fairy
tale
cum
love
story,
or
because
Mr.
Boyle
leans
toward
the
sanguine, this proves to be one of the
most upbeat stories about living in hell
imaginable. It’s a life that begins in a
vast, vibrant, sun-soaked, jampacked
ghetto, a kaleidoscopic city of flimsy shacks and
struggling humanity and
takes an
abrupt, cruel turn when Jamal (Ayush Mahesh
Khedekar), then an exuberant 7, and his cagier
brother,
Salim (Azharuddin Mohammed
Ismail), witness the murder of their mother
(Sanchita Choudhary) by marauding
fanatics armed with anti-Muslim
epithets and clubs.
Cast into the
larger, uncaring world along with another new
orphan, a shy beauty named Latika (Rubina Ali
plays
the child, Freida Pinto the
teenager), the three children make their way from
one refuge to another before falling
prey to a villain whose exploitation
pushes the story to the edge of the unspeakable.
Although there’s something
undeniably
fascinating, or at least watchable, about this
ghastly interlude
—
the
young actors are very appealing
and
sympathetic, and the images are invariably
pleasing even when they should not be
—
it’s unsettling
to watch
these young characters and, by
extension, the young nonprofessionals playing them
enact such a pantomime. It
doesn’t help
even if you remember
that Jamal makes
it out alive long enough to have his 15 televised
minutes.
It’s hard to hold onto any
reservations in the face of Mr. Boyle’s resolutely
upbeat pitch and seductive visual style.
Beautifully shot with great sensitivity
to color by the cinematographer Anthony Dod
Mantle, in both film and
digital video,
“Slumdog Millionaire” makes for a better viewing
experience than it does for a reflective one. It’s
an
undeniably attractive package, a
seamless mixture of thrills and tears, armchair
tourism (the Taj Mahal makes a
guest
appearance
during
a
sprightly
interlude)
and
crackerjack
professionalism.
Both
the
reliably
great
Irrfan
Khan
(“A
Mighty
Heart”),
as
a
sadistic
detective,
and
the
Bollywood
star
Anil
Kapoor,
as
the
preening
game-show host, run circles around the
young Mr. Patel, an agreeable enough if vague
centerpiece to all this
coordinated,
insistently happy chaos.
In the end,
what gives me reluctant pause about this bright,
cheery, hard-to-resist movie is that its
joyfulness feels
more like
a
filmmaker’s calculation than an honest cry from
the heart about the human spirit (or, better yet,
a
moral tale). In the past Mr. Boyle
has managed to wring giggles out of murder
(“Shallow Grave”) and addiction
(“Transpo
r
ting”),
and invest even the apocalypse with a certain joie
de vivre (the excellent zombie flick “28 Days
Later”). He’s a blithely glib
entertainer who can dazzle you with technique and,
on occasion, blindside you with
emotion, as
he does in
his underrated children’s
movie,
“Millions.” He
plucked
my heartstrings in
“Slumdog
Millionaire” with
well
-practiced dexterity, coaxing
laughter and sobs out of each sweet, sour and
false note.
No.2 Slumdog Millionaire
(贫民窟
的百万富翁)
2008
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