I saw Slumdog Millionaire last weekend, and it was powerfully moving. The depictions of the Indian ghetto and horrific crimes against children and humanity were incredible. Yet the love story was powerful and touching. I cried. (This coming from a guy who usually doesn't care for love stories.) You have to wonder how the main character kept his humanity, but I guess that's the point of the film. Now, a synopsis in haiku:

Gangsters and ghettos
Gonna find love of his life
Brothers to the end