Slumdog Millionaire by Danny Boyle

If I haven't missed my guess, Danny Boyle's Slumdog Millioaire could very well be the belle of this year's awards ball. That could mean a couple of different things. It could mean that the little Indie that could may finally be awarded by big cold Oscar, and it could mean that its just another Little Miss Sunshine or Into the Wild destined to clean up the precursors but not make a big splash with the academy.

Now, with awards comparison aside, its time for brass tax, simply put: Slumdog Millionaire is no Into the Wild though it would probably be right on the same level as Little Miss Sunshine. The film tells the story of Jamal, a boy who lost his destined love, Latika, and got onto an Indian version of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" in hopes that she'd be watching and they could reunite. Jamal is accused of cheating and most of the film is played in order for the audience to determine whether this accusation is fitting or not.

The film concludes on a very high note, and one may even call it the "feel good movie of the year." And, as one blogger pointed out. Just because a movie has a happy ending doesn't mean its bad. I cannot agree with this statement 100%, I am very excited about the audacity the film showed in some parts of the film, and the storyline as a whole. I would, however, amend his statement by saying this, just because a movie is good doesn't mean its great. Slumdog Millionaire is a very good film, one of the best of the year, probably even worthy of its buzz; but it is not the best film of the year, and I will leave it there.