Beltane Full Flower Moon
It takes longer for films to make it up here north of 694, the transition point where pick-up trucks begin to out number SUV’s and mini-vans. It should be no surprise then that Kate and I just saw Slumdog Millionaire. This is a wonderful movie. At least at first the most engrossing aspect of the film was its sheer cinematic beauty, somehow Danny Boyle made the famed Mumbai slums glow while not romanticizing them.
Dev Patel and Freida Pinto (what kind of name is that?) made the film with their tenderness in the midst of horrific circumstances. Dev Patel’s slumdog had a nobility and purity that put the police, the corrupt game show host and his own brother in such a bind that they all ended up supporting him, even if reluctantly.
Freida managed a tough girl staying on her feet in spite of the curse of beauty. Dev never gave up on her; he pursued in a Quixotic manner, eventually making it on the game show because he knew she would be watching.
Worth its Oscars. In fact, it was good in spite of them.
