The other day I went to see the new movie Slumdog Millionaire, primarily because the still photo in the New York Times review (and above) clearly indicated that at least part of the movie was shot in the apartment complex where I used to live in Mumbai. The movie was so good (save for a couple of lapses into tired romance/destiny themes and scenes) that I immediately bought the novel it was based on. It was originally entitled Q&A, but has been renamed to match the movie.
I'm about 75 pages into it and I can't put it down...because I have to keep asking myself, "How in the world did someone read this sophomoric, one-dimensional, sloppy, homophobic piece of crap and turn it into the movie I just saw??" It's like they aren't even related. Normally I have no problem with giving up on miserable writing and moving on to the next book in my queue, but I feel obligated to keep giving this one a chance. Seriously, though--it's almost unbelievably awful.
Updated to add--
Here is the larger version of the movie still:
vs. a photo I took from my bedroom window:
1 comment:
I forgot to ask you how this was. I'l check it out. especially since i lived there to. I think I was even there that day they were filming in the building.
They were filming something at least.
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