Who would believe that the best old-fashioned audience picture of the year, a Hollywood-style romantic melodrama that delivers major studio satisfactions in an ultra-modern way, was made on the streets of India with largely unknown stars by a British director who never makes the same movie twice? Go figure.
That would be the hard-to-resist "Slumdog Millionaire," with director Danny Boyle adding independent film touches to a story of star-crossed romance that the original Warner brothers would have embraced, shamelessly pulling out stops that you wouldn't think anyone would have the nerve to attempt anymore.
But Boyle has been nothing if not bold with this film. He's dared to use so many venerable movie elements it's dizzying, dared us to say we won't be moved or involved, dared us to say we're too hip to fall for tricks that are older than we are. And, as witnessed by "Slumdog's" capturing of the Toronto Film Festival's often prophetic audience award, he's won that bet.
Because he's a director who is always up for something different, Boyle's films run an unmatchable gamut, from the punk operatics of "Trainspotting" to the sweetness of "Millions," the shock of "28 Days Later" and the science-fiction theatrics of "Sunshine." What unites all of them, though, is the unstoppable cinematic energy pouring off the screen that's at the heart of Boyle's always vigorous style.
