Is Slumdog Worth All Those Oscars? or Nate Goes to the Movies

I saw Slumdog Millionaire tonight. It's probably got a lot to do with why I'm still up at 12:46am.

Worth all the Oscars? I don't know. It seems like most best picture winners in recent years have made a political or social statement of some sort. SM is true to form in that respect, but that's not what was most striking about the film; neither was it the cinematography nor the score.

For me the most poignant moments of the film were the most painful. I had a visceral reaction to several scenes. It felt like watching the opening montage of Saving Private Ryan for an entire movie. Stomach punch. More than once I found myself wondering if the ending of the movie could possibly outdo the rising action.

I also found myself hating Satan, for not the first time in the last few weeks. He's wreaked havoc on our lives. I can't wait until he stops feasting our our destruction.

In addition to all that, the movie was true to its name. After watching this film, I don't really feel like taking a vacation to Cancun and sitting in the sun with my feet up. With the poverty in the world, it seems like sponsoring mission work is a better use of my money than making sure the drink in my hand has an umbrella in it.