Izzy Goes to Bollywood.

So I finally "experienced" Slumdog Millionaire. It was cute, but alarmingly formulaic for this day and age. I kept expecting some horrible thing to happen all the way up until the closing scene (which was followed, inevitably by an obligatory dance sequence) to show how life doesn't work out like in the movies. The directing was direct, all right, to the point of making me feel spoon fed by what the scenes had to convey. The soundtrack was ineffective, and ultimately, distracting. Every time a song would kick in, it was jarring, and not complimentary to what was happening on-screen. Here's the bottom line: Were it the exact same movie full of Caucasians, no one would have given a crap.