Quickie: Persepolis and the Oscars

23 02 2009

I just watched Persepolis (2007), the film version of the eponymous graphic novel.  It was incredible, beautiful and witty and heartbreaking.  In many ways, it’s a love letter to Satrapi’s family and to the Iranian people even while it condemns the tyranny and atrocities of the Iranian government.  I’ll be thinking about it for a long time to come.

While I’m talking about movies: I watched the Academy Awards last night and enjoyed them.  Slumdog Millionaire swept pretty much every category in which it was nominated.  Now, I haven’t yet seen Slumdog Millionaire, but by all accounts it’s a wonderful movie.  Still, it makes me uncomfortable: a British writer and director, gathering accolades and lots of money for telling an Indian story.  It smacks of something distasteful.  I’ll withhold judgment until I actually see it, of course; I just know that it makes me uncomfortable to think of British men charging into Mumbai to tell the stories of people living there in abject poverty, when the British can swan right back out again, while the people whose stories they’re telling don’t necessarily get a happy ending.  After all, they still have to live those stories.

We’ll see how I feel once I’ve seen it, though.

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