Anyway, Sunday night, Jorge and I went to see Slumdog Millionaire. I wondered when we were seated if this movie would later win the Oscar for best film of the year, so I was pretty pumped to see it.
Usually I read up on movies before I see them because I want to be fully prepared for any emotional trauma that might arise due to content. I have to provide my own adult supervision, if you will. I know what I can and cannot handle, especially since I was not allowed to go to the theater when I was growing up and thus never developed any tolerance for watching people suffer, even if, as my kids remind me, "they're only acting."
The plot, as intriguing as it is, involves flashbacks to hard times in the lead character's life (uh, kind of an understatement, "hard times") which eventually explain why he knows the correct answers to the questions on India's version of "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," or "millunair," as the host pronounced it.
Due to my low threshold for depictions of torture, within the first 15 minutes, I left the theater twice, which is not as embarrassing as it sounds because there were only two other people in there besides Jorge and me.
The third time I came back in, one more violent scene happened, and I said to Jorge, "I'm done." So we left and immediately went down the hall to have a somewhat lesser intense emotional experience by watching:
New in Town. LOVED THIS MOVIE. Go see it!
Anyway, the next morning, we heard which movie won picture of the year, and I have to confess, we were kicking ourselves (well, we were both kicking me) for not having stayed because it sounds so interesting, and yet, if I had to do it again, I would probably not be able to stay.
So I'll probably rent the DVD and speed through the torture. Or read the book. I read The Kite Runner but could not see the movie. Couldn't bear it. So you see, I actually want to see films that change me and make me more compassionate and engaged in the world around me, especially for people and or causes which deserve attention and action. But I can't watch graphic violence, especially toward children. It stays in the background and foreground of my mind for weeks after I see it.
Therefore, I sometimes have to decline serious films and opt for watching lighter fare such as Renee Zellweger trying to save a factory in Minnesota, or "Minne-SO-tah," while helping Harry Connick find love again and his daughter get ready for her first date. Sigh.
Point of interest: Renee Zellweger does wear some killer outfits in New in Town. And I'm a big fan of Harry Connick, Jr. I was distracted some, though, by Renee Zellweger's lips which seemed pursed throughout the entire movie. That's just something that bothered me, though. Probably wouldn't bother you. And, a huge plus for this movie: No one tortures anyone!
Now I ask you: where else can you get analytical reviews of this caliber, about movies that may or may not have been seen in their entirety, which have been out for weeks? I humbly submit nowhere else but here at 2nd Cup. It's a gift.
So, did you see Slumdog? If so, is it really great?