The Colour Of Money

Rating: 6/10 (13 January 2009)

We have long known that the worst toilet in the world is in Scotland; Trainspotting's Edinburgh for Danny Boyle, but the Glen Affric bothy for us adventurers. So the early "humour" of a small child jumping into a sea of (word censored by authoritarian IMDb)somehow boded well for what was billed as a feel-good movie. Even when you are, literally, in it deep, you can still crawl your way out.
But I'm afraid I saw in Slumdog Millionaire too much that could not be soaped off: Torture; child abuse; mutilation. Come on? Not nice.
I'll probably change my mind over time, but such horrors burnt my own retina to such an extent that the  once again literal  riot of movement and colour didn't compensate. A good film, but as far as I was concerned the "feel-good" was limited to the 'Millionaire' scenes that Celador present us with every week.
Two final points at opposite ends of my muddled mind: I've seen Freida Pinto described as the great beauty of 2009  but wasn't she Candice in Corrie a few years ago? Four days before watching "Slumdog" I learnt the word "crore" from Raju's resignation letter. I don't have "dedication" rights, but I wish all Satyam innocents well in these astonishing times.
One more. One more. I heard DB say on the radio the other day that if he had the money he might spend more time at Gigg Lane. More than happy to discuss my criticisms on the MRE at any FC home match Danny. (I know he reads ALL these reviews!)
Ron
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