Slumdog, Bruno

We watched Slumdog Millionaire last night. Yes, I thought you’d appreciate a really up-to-the-minute film review. Next week I’ll be looking at Herbie Goes Bananas and that one where the moon gets a space capsule in the eye.

Anyway, Slumdog Millionaire is rubbish, a mess. The mix of nasty ‘realism’ (child being blinded, prison torture, gangster violence), broad comedy, funky music, cartoonish characters (the evil mob boss is particularly silly) and kiddie movie wish-fulfilment fantasy doesn’t work on any level. Presumably the Oscars were given for the opening shots of the Indian slums, which are brilliantly done, but if it all had been set in northern England the movie would have been written off an inferior Brassed Off or Full Monty.

We also made a rare trip to the cinema and ended up watching Bruno. I hope Brit Jnr couldn’t hear any of it from inside the womb, as the film is absolutely filthy. It’s also pointless, tasteless, grubby, mean-spirited and unremittingly hilarious. I don’t think I’ve laughed so much at a film since Zoolander. Oh dear, humanity is so screwed.