Slumdog Millionare

(Warning: Those allergic to movie reviews in blogs should stop reading now)

So today I decided to skip Space Lab (the LISPA version of arts and crafts) and go see a movie. Slumdog Millionare was at the top of my list, so I went, I bought me a ticket, and I "took it in," as they say. And now I'm going to tell you what I thought about it! (Don't worry, I'll try not to spoil anything)

I really really liked it at first. Brilliantly constructed, incredibly well acted, gorgeously shot, woven together in a plausible yet poetic way where nothing was unnecessary; beautiful and filthy and gut-twisting. (And I only had to look away from the screen twice!)

But then the director had to go and turn the darn thing into a romantic comedy fifteen minutes before the end! Why, somebody please tell me, why did he do that?!? It was like he crafted the Venus de Milo, and then finished it off with a clown hat! Some of you may be saying, "But Joanna, I thought you loved romantic comedies! I thought you were a sucker for happy endings!" Yes and yes, but I'll only buy the ending if the film commits to being a romantic comedy from the start. When Harry Met Sally probably wouldn't have been such a classic if it had turned into a slasher movie ten minutes from the end, eh? ;) And if someone tells me they're going to feed me feel-good fluff, I'll eat it up: but if you start making a movie that's that good, I expect you to finish it, and finish it well. So despite the "feel good" ending, when the credits started rolling I didn't feel particularly good: in fact I kind of wished I could see the real ending of the film.

Where Snape kills Dumbledore.
Oops... :)

My rating: :) :) :) :) :| (Really good, but probably not "classic film" material)