Blowhard, Esq. writes:
A boy from a tiny destitute Indian village is separated from his family, winds up over 1,200 miles from home on the streets of Calcutta, narrowly escapes sexual predators multiple times, is taken to a Dickensian orphanage, a year later is adopted by a loving Australian couple, grows up in a seaside Tasmanian town with every possible need a person could want, 25 years later decides to track down his biological family, succeeds in locating them, and there is a tearful reunion. The end, roll credits.
The entire time I was watching the movie I kept thinking of this anecdote:
After defeating George Foreman for the heavyweight title in Zaire, Muhammad Ali returned to the United States where he was asked by a reporter, “Champ, what did you think of Africa?” Ali replied, “Thank God my granddaddy got on that boat.”