One week after seeing the irony-drenched, terminally depressed and
postmodernist "Synecdoche, New York" at Lincoln Plaza Cinema, I
returned to the scene of the crime and watched the altogether
marvelous Bollywoodish "Slumdog Millionaire". An entire book could be
written by a film scholar about the differences between the two films
and the two cultures they express.
Charlie Kaufman's solipsistic exercise perfectly mirrors an American
society that is politically, spiritually, and artistically exhausted.
In the final scenes, Synecdoche's playwright-director Caden Cotard,
now very old and close to death, walks unsteadily across a cityscape
strewn with dead bodies looking as if a war had just been concluded.
Danny Boyle and co-director Loveleen Tandan end their film with the
entirely Indian cast doing a rapturous song and dance in one of the
gritty rail-yards that figure so prominently in their film. The
dancers are brimming with life and joy, feelings altogether absent in
the typical Hollywood movie since the 1950s perhaps.
full: http://louisproyect.wordpress.com/2008/11/22/slumdog-millionaire/
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