Slumdog Millionaire

Danny Boyle`s Slumdog Millionaire makes Mumbai look like a sewer. The film takes nasty below-the-belt potshots at the underbelly of the city, portraying Mumbai as the armpit among the metropolises.

Mira Nair once paid a warm endearing homage to the street children of Mumbai in Salaam Bombay. Long before, Satyajit Ray in Pather Panchali portrayed rural India as poor, but never as a gutter of misery.

It`s now Boyle`s turn to do a `Slam` Mumbai. The coming-of-age tale about three orphaned slum kids bears just a passing resemblance to Boyle`s rightly-celebrated Trainspotting where he trailed a bunch of misfits through the streets of Edinburgh.

Slumdog Millionaire is Trainspotting on steroids. It`s a beefed-up look at the scummy side of Mumbai, bewildering in its obsession with discovering life in the slums of Dharavi as being a facsimile of that drain-inspector`s report that Mahatma Gandhi had discovered in American journalist Katherine Mayo`s account of India in Mother India.

Slumdog Millionaire is worse. It looks at Mumbai as a swarming slum of sleaze, sex and crime with characters who seem to have jumped out of Rakesh Roshan and Manmohan Desai`s cinema bruising their deep-focussed emblematic quality while making this huge global leap from Bollywood to Hollywood.

After seeing Boyle`s much talked-about film, it`s crystal clear why this murky and squalid portrait of Mumbai has the Americans preening in delight. At one point after being thrashed mercilessly, our hero Jamal tells American tourists, You wanted to see real India? Here it is.

Now we`ll show you the real America, the American lady replies handing Jamal a $100 bill. This, without any apparent sense of irony.

There is a very thin line dividing slick from scum. Slumdog Millionaire doesn`t stop to make those subtle distinctions. It moves at a frenetic pace creating a kind of sweaty energy that one sees in marathon runners in the last lap of their journey.

Boyle is constantly busy whipping up a hysterical banshee of sights and sounds in Mumbai denoting the embittered angry generation of the underprivileged class that grows up in the slums dreaming of the good Life.

Cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle shoots Mumbai with a gun rather than a camera. Every frame conveys the killer instinct. Every shot ricochets across eternity solidifying sounds and feelings that are otherwise intangible.

Yup, this is a film on a mission. It wants to exploit the Mumbai slums as a hotbed of tantalising images conveying the splendour of squalidity. And to think every prominent member of the cast and crew went around proclaiming Slumdog Millionaire would do wonders for Mumbai`s tourism industry!

Yeah, right. It does as much for the cause of Mumbai as Roland Joffe`s The City Of Joy did for Kolkata. That much-vilified film at least secreted a core of humanism under its pretentious surface. Slumdog... doesn`t even pretend to care for the city that it so unabashedly cruises in search of imperialistic tantalisation.

From frame one Boyle goes for the jugular. Every scent and stench of the city is converted into a liquid asset. Groups of defecating young boys running out in otherworldly ecstasy when they spot Amitabh Bachchan`s helicopter hovering above head becomes a celebration of lowly life.

Our protagonist Jamal dunks himself into excreta from head to toe and wades through the disgusted crowd to get Mr. Bachchan`s autograph. The star signs calmly, as though exceptionally smelly young boys covered in human waste are the odour of the day.

Such moments define Boyle`s attitude to Mumbai. He sees it as city where humour emerges from human waste.

But who`s laughing? Even communal riots are not spared of this tantalising trivialisation of abject misery. Rioters descend on a Muslim locality like bandits attacking a village in the Chambal valley. A mean Mumbai Mafioso (Ankur Vakil) gouges out orphans` eyes and makes them beg on the streets singing what appears to be his favourite bhajan - Darshan do ghamshyam.

Even Madhur Bhandarkar got it better in Traffic Signal. There`s absolutely no sense of historic sensitivity in the narrative.

If it was not for Ram and Allah, my mother would be alive, says our regretful hero Jamal after the riots.

Such corny dialogues, so much a part of Vikas Swarup`s novel, is minimised in the film. But not enough. Some of the outrageously filmy plot manoeuvrings from the novel like the game show host (played in the film by Anil Kapoor) turning out to be Jamal`s illegitimate father, are done away with.

But the film nevertheless remains as wedded to kitsch and as ridden with coincidences and implausibility as any formula Hindi film.

In fact, the two runaway brothers from the slum being called Salim and Jamal seems like a backhanded homage to Salim-Javed, the pair that wrote the hit films of the era that Slumdog Millionaire adopts.

Each time game show host Anil Kapoor has to provide our callow hero Jamal a clue, a flashback highlighting the theme of the quiz-question is conveniently arranged in the plot.

Squalour never appeared designed than it does in Slumdog Millionaire. Bollywood has never been more audaciously honoured. This over-hyped and disappointing film that insults Mumbai, culminates with a Bollywood-styled item song on a railway platform.

Winner of the 2008 Toronto Film Festival People`s Choice Award, 4 Gloden Globe Nominations and Winner of Satellite Awards SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE (Slumdog Crorepati in Hindi) is the story of Jamal Malik (Dev Patel), an 18 year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai, whois about to experience the biggest day of his life. With the whole nation watching, he is just one question away from winning a staggering 20 million rupees on India`s Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

But when the show breaks for the night, police arrest him on suspicion of cheating; how could a street kid know so much? Desperate to prove his innocence, Jamal tells the story of his life in the slum where he and his brother grew up, of their adventures together on the road, of vicious encounters with local gangs, and of Latika (Freida Pinto), the girl he loved and lost.

Each chapter of his story reveals the key to the answer to one of the game show`s questions.

Each chapter of Jamal`s increasingly layered story reveals where he learned the answers to the show`s seemingly impossible quizzes. But one question remains a mystery: what is this young man with no apparent desire for riches really doing on the game show?

When the new day dawns and Jamal returns to answer the final question, the Inspector and sixty million viewers are about to find out…