Slumdog Millionaire

I watched Slumdog Millionaire today. I'd been admiring it's movie trailers and was so anxious to share what seemed a brilliant movie with someone very special to me, my father. As the opening credits appeared I had a sudden moment of panic, it occured to me there was a likely possibility that my dad wouldn't like it.

It's a running joke in our family, of dad walking out on movies, it's a joke only cause it's true with the likes of films such as James Bond, Memoirs of a Geisha and Shrek of all movies, yeah, he can be a tuff crowd!

I was totally bracing myself, anticipating the moment my dad would excuse himself, deciding whether I would follow suit or finish watching the film I originally was so excited to watch. I was trying to read his body language in reaction to the story unfolding, the music, the colors, the characters and then suddenly, the moment came when he crossed his arms, I was thinking to myself, what does that mean? Does that mean he disapproves, he's bored, he's just easing into his chair... I couldn't tell!

Finally, he leans over to tell me something, here it is, I'd prepared myself so there could be no surprises... and he says, "D." Hallelujah! It was a triumph indeed, my father's 3 year stint from the movie scene broken by the beautiful ingenuity of Danny Boyle's Slumdog Millionaire.

At that moment, I knew we were home free and I could indulge in a story so worthy and so entirely needed, I couldn't have been more pleasantly surprised. It was a wonderful film to have shared with my dad and a triumphant milestone for him as well. And so take it from the most critical of all movie critics... Slumdog Millionaire is a must see!!! Love you Dad!