From Kyle Smith, Back from the Toronto Film Festival You have to love it when the big prize at the film festival is not the one selected by a journey of esoteric filmmakers in chunky glasses but by the public. The Cadillac People’s Choice Award Winner at this year’s Toronto Film Festival went to the richly deserving “Slumdog Millionaire,” Danny Boyle’s frantic, kaleidoscopic adaptation of a novel about an Indian orphan who wins a spot on “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.” The movie, which a mighty chuffed Fox Searchlight is releasing at the end of November, largely consists of flashbacks that explain, in a whirl of sound and color, how the slumdog won his seat on the game show–and how he has experienced so much of life that every question he is asked reminds him of a hilarious or terrifying incident he’s lived through. Congratulations to the Searchlight crew who have won Best Picture nominations for “Juno,” “Little Miss Sunshine” and “The Full Monty” and may well be able to pull it off again. “Slumdog” is the best film I’ve seen this year and was by miles and miles the finest offering I saw at Toronto. As I said earlier, it’s the kind of movie at which you have to stay through the credits because you don’t want anyone to catch you crying.