Well, I finally saw Slumdog Millionaire. And, yeah, it was okay. (Adopts jaded posture).
Kidding! I loved it! A few random thoughts:
I would not have guessed the question about the famous Indian poets correctly, but at least I'm familiar with all of them.
Anil needs to do a version of Faust. He can play either Faust, or the Devil. Or both. Double role!
Afterwards, I heard a woman ask someone "So, what did you think of Rupee Regis?" I don't know quite how to react to that, but it's better than that screening of Born Into Brothels where I heard a woman in the restroom refer to the kids' mothers as "stupid whores." I'm still horrified!
I'm glad Irfan got more and better screen time than I was expecting, based on what I'd heard.
Speaking of, I was perversely intrigued by villainous Ankur Vikal, who I hope to see in a lot more movies. I think he had the part Irfan would have done five years ago.
I'm glad I read Sacred Games, even apart from its own virtues, so I was able to understand a lot of the untranslated profanity.
My husband got to the theater early to buy our tickets, and a guy coming out of the previous show started chatting with him. The stranger asked, "Are you familiar with Bollywood films?" Ha ha ha!