A couple of days back, I finally managed to catch the (10) Oscar-nominated 'piece of art', Slumdog Millionaire. Yeah, right. The moment I finished watching it, I knew I wanted to write about it. But as always, I was too lazy (and sleepy) to bother.

Then today, I happened to revisit this blog post that my friend had rather eloquently written, and I read, long back, but had totally forgotten about 'it. Today I see what he was talking about. And seriously, he's said exactly everything I wanted to say about Slumdog Millionaire.

"Well, there's nothing to it really. Very simply, it hasn't touched Indian audiences to that degree because we're quite accustomed to watching 'uplifting' and inarguably illogical tales (a slumboy from Mumbai who speaks in chaste English with a Brit accent?) that Bollywood keeps churning out as it endeavors towards its mindless target of producing 200-300 mindless movies every year. While Slumdog may have enough in it to instill 'hope' in Americans, for a people that has to tackle corruption, abysmal governance, politics of hatred, and unbridled competition with a billion of its own kind on a daily basis - not to mention a terrorist attack thrown into this cesspool every month or so - Slumdog can't make the grade for 'uplifting' entertainment."

Read it here: http://blog.avirup.com/2009/02/much-has-been-made-of-rather-lukewarm.html. It's way better written than I could ever write.