It’s not an Indian movie, it’s a British movie. And we should stop coveting the Oscars, they are nothing but Hollywood’s version of Filmfare. I convinced myself.
Yet, I was up at 6.30 AM for the Oscars.
Slumdog Millionaire bagged almost all the awards and I was elated, to say the least.
“This is not an award, but history being handed over to me!” Said Resul Pookutty. Though I still fail to understand the importance to the Oscars, I was proud of the fact that we were on the global stage.
A.R. Rehman was the star of the show and I loved his acceptance speech. Nothing over the top and no long winded list of people to thank, he accepted the award like a professional and like he always says at the end of every acceptance speech, he said, “Ellam Poghulam Iruvanke” (All praise is for the Lord.)
For me, I loved the movie and not for an instant found it to be an ugly portrayal of India. Every city has it’s underbelly and Mumbai is no exception. I hated Anil Kapoor in the movie and I guess that speaks volumes about his performance.
But the real stars of the movie are the three musketeers. Ayush Khedekar, as the young Jamal, is the most convincing among all. The young Salim (Mohammad Azharuddin) and the cutie pie, Latika (Rubina Qureshi) have delivered splendid performances. Latika was the cutest of the three and her role, albeit miniscule, was pretty powerful. Her silhouette haunts the movie. I wish someone recognises these three gems and felicitates them, their performance was so heart warming, yet almost unnoticed.
It was a British movie. But the formula was very much Indian. I felt that this movie was more Indian than Richard Attenborough’s Gandhi simply because of the brown starcast, the brown hero and that customary song at the end of the movie. I have seen better movies from Hollywood and heard better music by Rehman, yet why did Slumdog Millionaire win so many awards then?
I guess, it was written!! :D