A garish, stunning stream of shade, resonance and action, “Slumdog Millionaire,” the most recent production by extravagant Danny Boyle, does not investigate the inferior pits, but it flippantly springs up from one dismay scene to another. A contemporary fable depicting a poverty-stricken chap aiming to become rich over night, the magical nosh-up that transmits viewers brain and body-related impulses mainly occurs in India’s Mumbai, where kids and dogs search through garbage cans that almost pass on their filth and smell, as the film plunges into various scenic drains that expose their grimy odor.

The British filmmaker, who initially stomped movie industry in the 1990s with gaudy films such as “Shallow Grave” and “Trainspotting,” definitely has a talent to portray the eccentric and bizarre in a rather glorious manner, as his characters refuse to go down in spite of the rope that is pulling them or the pressure that is pushing them.

Enter Jamal (Dev Patel). He is a teenager who serves tea for a living and who, following several flashing invigorating and frightening quests, ends up in the moneymaking seat of the popular television show “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.” And although “Slumdog Millionaire’s” first scenes show Jamal just one question away from getting his hands on the top prize, Simon Beaufoy’s ingeniously twisted screenplay, adapted from the bestselling novel “Q and A” by Vikas Swarup, involves a flowing examination of time and space, smoothly swimming between the kid’s first days and the present times. Thus, we are revealed Jamal’s intricate road from childhood to pre-adulthood without having to make forced and unnatural stops. The story flies from feeling to feeling, without expressing artificiality or stiffness, and begins in a huge, pulsating, crowded district of fragile sheds and careworn people. We then meet a 7-year-old Jamal (Ayush Mahesh Khedekar) and his brother, Salim (Azharuddin Mohammed Ismail), who shockingly see how their mother (Sanchita Choudhary) is killed by prowling anti-Muslim extremists.

Therefore, the two children and another orphan, a timid and beautiful girl named Latika (played by Rubina Ali as a child and by Freida Pinto as an adolescent), are unwillingly thrown into the harsh world and fall victims to a criminal whose abuses take the plot to the border of horror.

Everything about the movie is outstanding except for one little detail: the sentiments that “Slumdog Millionaire” brings to light appear to be induced by the producers rather than emanated by the outcry of humanity and in spite of the fact that this is not necessarily a bad aspect, it does reduce the sense of genuineness oozed by other elements.

In any case, the film is undoubtedly a must-see and a must-feel.