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A brief comparison of two movies I watched in the past week: Slumdog Millionaire and Amal.

SM: set in Mumbai, a mix of the slums and the slumlords' mansions
A: set in New Delhi, a mix of the slums and the rich's mansions (some of whom are involved with slumlords)

SM: follows the story of Jamal Malik, a child of poverty
A: follows the story of Amal Kumar, a lowly auto-rickshaw driver

SM: Jamal might win 10 million rupees*
A: Amal might inherit billions of rupees*

SM: English, with some Hindi and English subtitles
A: English, with some Hindi and English subtitles

SM: central characters include a poor beggar girl named Latika
A: central characters include a poor beggar girl named Priya

: brothers turn rivals - who will triumph?
A: family drama may result in death...

SM: will he win the heart of lovely Latika?
A: will the beautiful & feisty Pooja be his?

SM: bittersweet, but hopeful ending
A: bittersweet & ambiguous ending

In short, they are surprisingly similar, for all their differences. I have to recommend Amal as a great example of Canadian film. And my infatuation with India is only growing.

*I learned from my Indian (and India-knowledgeable) friends that Indians don't actually count in millions. There is some alternative unit that I can't recall and is not a "base 10" type for numbers this large.


Laura J said…
I find it hilarious that Amal has a bittersweet and ambiguous ending. How Canadian!!
aban said…
(: i want to check this movie out.
i think the alternative is either Lakhs or Crores.
Katie V. said…
I love India too! Want to come to India with me in 2011?
If you haven't read any of Rohinton Mistry yet, I would recommend. He wrote the famous A Fine Balance but has other good books too based in India.
Beth said…
katie, you're going to india in 2011?! and rohinton...i have heard he's both good and disturbing. so i haven't read him yet, even though a fine balance is in my living room.

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