I liked Slumdog Millionaire all right. It was basically just Trainspotting in India, only not as good and thankgodfully free of horrible rotating-headed dead babies that crawl across the ceiling towards me AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. That is seriously one of the few movie scenes I cannot bear to watch. At all. I will watch Ewan McGregor diving into a toilet one million times before I will watch the terrifying Trainspotting baby again. That thing scared the holy hell out of me.
Anyway, regarding Slumdog Millionaire, I'm not sure what all the awards fuss is about. It's a decent movie, slow in parts, with a teeth-grindingly one-dimensional female character. She might as well have been a blow-up doll with a bindi. The movie is saved mostly by its child actors, who are totally fucking adorable. There's a sentence I've never written before. I hereby float the theory that non-American child actors are less annoying than American ones.
SPEAKing of comparing things, Slumdog Millionaire isn't that great a movie, but it's about a slumdog million times better than Benjamin Butthole. The Oscars are usually a pretty big joke, but this year, hoo boy. Someone let Mickey Rooney into the nominations room again.
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