A film saved gloriously by it's narrative

A masterpiece of editing, Slumdog Millionaire tells a very simple story, but from a narrative perspective it is told in such perplexing detail and chronologically absurd order that it perseveres it's simple basis and becomes something more than a simple rags-to-riches love story. However this is also something that bothers me. As a film, I expect a great movie to be both a display of craftsmanship and a display of excellent content. Slumdog Millionaire, despite having a charming story, does fail to come through on the content, even if it doesn't really suck at any point. The climactic scenes feature the death of one main character, but due to the other events being very much so happy and "yay everything be fine", the death and redemption of this character is actually very much so emotionally stripped of the impact it could have on the viewer. There are a few other examples like this throughout the film where director Danny Boyle decides to go Spielbergian and overshadow tragedy with sentimentalism. As a whole though aside from these scenes Slumdog Millionaire is as a viewing experience extremely enjoyable in every sense of the word.

9/10