Slumdog...

Is there an end to human stupidity? Am still confused what is so great about this movie to have all the hoopla around it. At no Level can any decent viewer accept the mockery in terms of characters shifting their languages, leave alone slang, at so ease. What is the point in telling the story of a place and it's people without it's language. Accepted there is a novelty in the basic plot. A contest where questions get answered by the way of life of the protagonist. But very soon into the movie we get to know they are gonna come with some stupid connection to each question. By the time you don't bother to bother about the question or its' choices or how will the protagonist answer. And in showing of slums, we have seen it better in our own selvaraghavan. A Danny Boyle can never show what a true Indian slum is. You go excess about a story, about its' characters, about its premises and it gets on to your nerves beyond a point. I felt Rahmans'( or more so shivamanis') presence in precisely 3 scenes. If at all there is something to carry from this movie, a musician who was nurtured, upheaved by tamilians is getting all right recognitions. Wait!Recognitions correct, but right? Am not sure. And also every indian knows this is not Rahmans' best.