Slumdog Millionaire
So, aside from knowing that it was directed by Danny Boyle, and that he’s a genius, I had absolutely no idea what to expect from Slumdog Millionaire. I had no idea it was set in India, no idea that it involved the Hindi version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, I had no idea about anything. I’m glad I didn’t know anything about the film, or else I wouldn’t have been so spectacularly surprised. It’s such a beautifully compelling love story, and so much more. It’s definitely a must see.
I’m going to write something more full after I see it again. I wasn’t watching it in the right frame of mind to write a proper review. My mind was a little bit somewhere else, with someone else.
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Follow my head, follow my heart, I’m not sure which is right. Maybe they’re both wrong, both deranged, both telling me the wrong way to go. My head and my heart, two lunatic mental patients, bickering a bunch of nothing. Or… maybe they’re both right in their own way. I really don’t know, and the more I think about it, the less I seem to know.
While I think about it, I do nothing, or next to nothing. Perhaps I think too much.
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