Between George W. Bush about to (finally) leave office and Slumdog Millionaire scooping up all those awards at the Golden Globes the other night, 2009 is already shaping up to be a great year, one with change for the better.
Both events prove that sometimes good does overcome all, even in America. In the case of the Danny Boyle-directed Slumdog Millionaire's deserved four Golden Globes awards (not to mention its inevitable upcoming Oscar wins next month), it is a refreshing reminder that, even when you have given up hope, that a truly original piece of art can triumph in the face of all odds and get mainstream acceptance. To paraphrase one of the film's stars Dev Patel (who plays the 18 year old Jamal), "Maybe it is written" that sometimes the underdog can win.
If you haven't seen this movie already, get thee to a theater today or this weekend. It's so good and satisfying on so many levels, and is hands-down the best movie of the past year (far better than even Milk, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Gran Torino, and The Wrestler -- all really great films in their own right) and hence the most deserved winner of any recent era Golden Globes that I can recall. And while the story description, the tale of a boy from the Mumbai slums who reaches the final round of the Indian version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire with Bollywood vet Anil Kapoor playing the Indian Regis Philbin as host, is accurate, it really doesn't capture the true essence of this great film, which, at its core, is a traditional Hollywood (and/or Bollywood) rags-to-riches/love-story.