Seriously. Read the "This is nuts" link and tell me it's not.
Everything I disliked about this movie and the response it received and the fact that you were supposed to love it because it was a "fable" and how dare anyone not love and revere a fable about adorable Indian slum-children swimming in poop only to end up making millions and outrunning the evil slumlords and misguided Indian Regis Philbins and hey! Some Crazy Foreign Dancing at the end that's so Foreign to us OMG!! But then, in the real world, let's just keep the kids in their open-drain-sewage-homes swimming in actual physical shit and throw them 700 bucks and a "trust fund to insure their welfare."
Hey, Hollywood, howsabout we just pretend these kids are the Culkins or fucking Haley Joel Osment's Indian equivalents and give them some real money? Or, hey, you could build them a house! Hell, give them 3 houses! You could just use 1/4 the money you dicks spent producing a boring Oscar telecast.
This movie is the equivalent of your mom telling you to clean your plate because there's people in other countries who are less fortunate but then your mom is actually given the chance to give these other kids some food and she's all like, "No, I think I'll just throw stuff at those kids instead." And then she does.
That's a horrible analogy, but you see what I'm saying, I think.
