An opinion piece.
It's not a bad movie. It looks great, the actors are good, the story's fairly compelling and told in an interesting way. But I got the sense that at the end - after the beautiful girl says "Kiss me" to the poor boy who's been through so much, and the cast does a dance number over the credits - that I was supposed to be feeling good. Wiping away emotional tears and feeling all warm inside because the beautiful couple overcame the odds and now they can live happily ever after.
Instead I was miserable as hell. Because when you take away the love story and all the talk of "destiny" - which, let's face it, is Hollywood bullshit - what you're left with is a movie about a hideous reality that millions of people have to endure every single day. And they don't get a happy ending.
Take away the impossibly beautiful girl and the impossibly lucky guy, and it's a story about kids scavenging for food on immense rubbish heaps, vicious gangsters burning out childrens' eyes with chemicals, religious-crazy mobs beating and burning the poor to death while the police stand by and watch, and men becoming millionaires by exploiting anyone less fortunate or more ethical than themselves. And these bits of the film aren't Hollywood bullshit. These are the bits that are based on reality.
Nevertheless, as lucky guy kisses beautiful girl and the dancing begins, I'm supposed to forget all the horror we've just witnessed and sing along.
Unless, maybe, I'm not. Maybe Danny Boyle has done something very clever, and disguised a depressing bit of social commentary as a feelgood love story. Maybe he's like a Ninja Ken Loach. Maybe everybody who sees it walks out of the theatre as suicidal as I did, guilty and hopeless and wishing as-soon-as-possible extinction on the human species.
Still; beautiful girl.