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The Reluctant Fundamentalist ~ A New Perspective

Hello all! As you may remember, some time ago I posted the trailer for 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist'. Finally, it managed to get to the top of my Netflix que. Yesterday I made a pot of tea and snuggled in to watch it!

For those of you that don't know, 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist' is the story of a young, ambitious, Pakistani man who had recently started his new job at a Wall Street company when the Towers fell in New York. Bad timing to say the least! The movie is a retelling. The star character, Changez, is explaining his life story to a reporter (Liev Schreiber) in a café in Pakistan. Throughout the movie there are many little twists and turns which result in an interesting viewing experience.

The story is thought-provoking, chilling, at times heartwarming, and at times terribly sad. There is a nice balance. The primary draw is the 'Walk a mile in someone elses's shoes' effect. This movie certainly delivers! I think this film will give you the tiniest peak into a life that some people live every day. Very Interesting.

Visually, it is also very pleasing. There aren't vast sweeping images. There are just periodic, quiet moment, that made me smile at the visual. That, and the music is great.

The acting was well done all the way around. Kate Hudson is annoying but so is her character so that worked out all right. There was a lot of subtly in the acting and it was fantastic! The expression on Changez's face were very telling.

All in all I would recommend it. There are a few darker scenes but they are handles clinically as opposed to shock value. There is also an unnecessary sex scene or two, but they aren't terrible. Pretty much, everything cuts away before it gets really bad. I would say that if you are interested in the topic, you should definitely give it a watch! Provided you are over 15 or 16.

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