I wanted to see this for months, and it finally arrived here is dinky ole Delaware. Prepared for a light entertainment, (Bollywood USA-style?) I was completely unprepared for the beauty of the cinematography, the music, the acting, all of it. I loved it. I sat on the edge of my seat as the story was revealed one episode at a time. No sympathy, no foreshadowing of a happy ending. Only Jamal's steadfast love of Latika kept him alive, and me watching. I was terrified that he would not survive. My pained expression lasted through the entire movie. It has been a long time since I have been willing to to watch an entire movie with a sick feeling, but I could not leave until I knew. More later as I digest.
3/29 This movie belongs to the young-the three children whose shining eyes and tortured lives radiate with all that the rest of us have lost: faith, trust, hope. They should not be able to trust anyone else, or believe that life would be better tomorrow, or hope that there would be a happy ending, but they do. This film reminds us that our Annie is just a cartoon.
