This review originally appeared during the Telluride Film Festival. Slumdog Millionaire opens in select markets tomorrow.

Danny Boyle’s latest offering, Slumdog Millionaire, is generating a fair amount of buzz here at Telluride. Not unlike last year’s Juno, the film showed up in one of the mysterious TBA slots, delighting audiences made weary by a slate of good but somewhat depressing films, such as Hunger, Waltz with Bashir and Adam Resurrected. Slumdog Millionaire follows the story of Jamal Malik, an unlikely winner of India’s version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Jamal, his brother Samir, and fellow orphan Latika, manage to survive an almost absurd number of scrapes, the memory of each one coincidentally providing Jamal with answers to the game show questions. The film is big, fast, fun, and colorful, but ultimately a mess.

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A version of this review previously appeared during Fantastic Fest. There is a new addendum at the bottom of the post. Let the Right One In opens in select cities today, as the first release in Magnet’s Six Shooter Series.

After months and months of anticipation, encompassing countless breathless reviews, surprise festival accolades, and angry warnings from supporters of the Swedish vampire film that I’d better stop dismissing it as “The Swedish Vampire Film”, there was probably no way in frozen-over Scandinavian hell that Let the Right One In could have lived up to the hype. So — sorry — but I don’t think it’s a masterpiece, nor do I see it breaking significant new ground. In transmuting universal real-world fears of the other and of mortality into the tropes of the supernatural, it’s simply doing what good horror movies have always done, and always should do. That said, it’s hard not to find its widespread popularity to be extremely encouraging. Aside from its lovely cinematography and sensitive child-actor performances, Right One’s real selling point is the humanist gild it lays on its genre lily. Maybe this is why I’m less than blown away — it’s hardly the first film I’ve seen recently which uses basic genre elements to delve deeper into everyday human horrors — but if there seems to be more of an appetite for this kind of horror than the Saw V kind of horror, that has to be a good thing.

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• Nailed, that David O. Russell film that keeps having to halt production because of THINKFilm’s financial troubles, has shut down for the fourth time. Meanwhile, yesterday THINK closed its Toronto office, which housed 25 employees as recently as the end of 2007. Randy Manis, VP of acquisitions and a co-founder of the company, is one Toronto-based exec cutting ties with the company;”It has not been the easiest time in the company with so many people we worked with wanting things,” he told Variety.
• The apparent unwatchability of Hancock is a big topic of conversation here in Los Angeles this week. Todd McCarthy at Variety is the first to go public with his distaste; he warns, “Although it will inevitably open very large, this odd and perplexing aspiring tentpole will provide a real test of Smith’s box office invincibility.”
• 96 countries have been sent entry forms for the Best Foreign Language Oscar nomination.
• X Files creator Chris Carter is apparently directing a secret movie starring David Cassidy’s daughter and rapper Xzibit. It may be secret for a reason.

So says one of the many party invitations that I’ve received here at IDFA–this one from a Guests Meet Guests cocktail hour hosted by the Krakow Film Foundation, Polish Film Institute and Estonian Film Foundation. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy, look alive.

I’m currently working my way through screenings of as many award-nominated films as I can, but between the Forum events, Talk Shows, panels and other events here, it’s a challenging festival to navigate. Veterans were disoriented, too, because everything in this snowglobe town shifts a bit when you change your focus and, this year, the venues changed. You feel like you’re in a bit of a spiderweb if you spend too much time here.

Luckily, I can go to the Docs for Sale viewing stations and watch screenings of films that are sold out. So, I’ve seen dozens of films and my head is spinning and I’ve spent a week standing next to the likes of Peter Wintonick and Werner Herzog talking about vampires and losers–more on this later. (I’ll refrain from using the other word Werner spouts a lot because even in this day and age, it’s dicey. But that’s why we love him, right?) And for the record, Werner, people smiled in pleasure when recalling seeing your film, so kudos on that.

Audiences here are the most brutal I’ve seen. Now, granted, I’ve been hanging out in Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina and Silver Springs, Maryland so I’m no sophisticate, but, holy crap, the Dutch are rude as fuck. It’s humbling; you’re just their bitch if you want to spend time in their town. And I’m saying that mostly in admiration, for some reason.

Really long-winded way of saying that I will be posting reviews and impressions, interviews, etc. for a while–seriously, it could have been more fun, but I’ll be getting a lot of mileage out of the knowledge I gleaned going to this festival outside my own country. Tres different. Where those things will appear, who knows, because I want to spend the next little bit rocketing around the planet trying to be a goodwill ambassador for our humble States. Seriously, we have a lot of ’splainin’ to do.

More soon from Amsterdam. Our lovely Mr. Schnack, and the little devil on his shoulder, have a post on the winners at IDFA last night. Next stop on the daisy train, south of England to frolic in the type of place Morrissey sings about. Ciao, ciao.

The Golden Globes demonstrated their interest in contemporary World Cinema last year by nominating two Hollywood-produced films in the Best Foreign Language Film category, and ultimately handing the award to Clint Eastwood’s Japanese-language Letters From Iwo Jima. I was one of many who found this worrisome, but at the same time, it didn’t seem like it was totally out of left field. At least they didn’t give it to Apocalypto (nominated in the same category, thus unfortunately giving Mel Gibson a dose of “they only understand my work in Europe” cred).

At The Hollywood Reporter, Steven Zeitchik says the Hollywood Foreign Press Association looks almost certain to repeat the pattern this year. Lust, Caution and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly are just two of several films with Hollywood studio backing, directed by name-brand Indiewood auteurs, in a language other than English and incorporating a mix of foreign talent, that the Globes are expected to deem “too foreign” for their Best Picture category and just right for their Foriegn Language film category. This will, of course, have a ripple effect, pushing deserving non-Hollywood Foreign Language films out of consideration.

Ultimately, the problem stems from the fact that the HFPA’s field of vision is apparently so narrow that they don’t even think there is a problem. And they’re not the only ones.

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Months ago, I wrote a post about rumors that Jaman.com (a service that lets you rent or purchase foreign and festival films online for less than five bucks apiece) was working on a method to make their films viewable on the AppleTV. As I explained then, this was exciting news for me, because I bought an AppleTV when I heard they were going to release a plug-in to allow you to watch YouTube videos on a TV, only to discover that the plug-in, well, sucks, and basically only allows you to watch the most popular clips on the site. My AppleTV has thus served as a $200 shelf for Netflix envelopes for the past few months.

Anyway: Jaman has finally released instructions to allow frustrated AppleTV owners like me to watch their films through the box. Unlike the YouTube thing, it works not through a plug-in, but via manipulation of the AppleTV’s operating system. I’m going to try it out this weekend, and will report back with my findings. If you’ve tried it already, let us know what you think in the comments.

An article in yesterday’s indieWIRE biz section made me feel a twinge of sadness and more than a twinge of concern. The story began with this:

Foreign-language cinema got another vote of no confidence yesterday, with the announcement of Dreamachine, a new film company formed out of the merger of international sales outfit Celluloid Dreams with U.K.-based HanWay Films.

Yikes. Votes of no confidence are harsh. And machines (even of the dream sort) are a bit frightening. OK, I know I’m not business-minded enough to appreciate decisions like this and understand the possible necessity behind them, but I can’t help feeling like this is a sell-out for foreign films. All in the name of profit.

The article goes on to say that Dreamachine will “continue to take on foreign talents and maintain relationships with its proven staple of auteurs,” but fewer films will be made, and most of them in English. I don’t quite get how those are foreign language films at all, any more. (Celluloid Dream’s Hengameh Panahi estimates only one-third of the titles they take will be foreign language.) Apparently, it all comes down to being able to focus on bigger projects. This surely translates to bigger profits, but better films? It’s hard to imagine.

Panahi, who is widely respected for her taste and commitment to movies she loves, does admit the change isn’t easy for her.

“But the only problem for me is I have to give up on my smaller films, which is hard because I love them,” Panahi continued. “At the same time, I realize there is no economy for those movies anymore.” By taking on films with less commercial potential, she said, “We’re helping the market to become more crowded and we’re helping the small distributor to be more fragile.”

“Everybody is drowning in volume,” Panahi continued.

The volume part is no surprise, with the Long Tail almost a household term these days. But drowning? Do we have to drown? Or can we find a nice little boat to navigate around in? It’s hard for me to imagine that the Long Tail is already shrinking. It’s hard to imagine that VOD and other technology advancements aren’t creating more opportunities for smaller films to find audiences. And it’s hard for me to accept the thought that Dreamachine might become just an old-school Hollywood approach to something that will barely resemble what we used to know of as foreign language cinema. Isn’t this the time of possibility and opportunity? The time to move toward something new, rather than toward old models?

At least people seem to have faith that Panahi won’t sell out entirely, in terms of making only films that are increasingly mainstream. We can only hope.