The Artist (21/01/12)
Hollywood, 1927: As silent movie star George Valentin wonders if the arrival of talking pictures will cause him to fade into oblivion, he sparks with Peppy Miller, a young dancer set for a big break.
I think the world has used up all the words that could be used to describe just how beautiful this film is. I have never experience a truly authentic silent film from the silent film era. But to me, this looked like it could have been from the golden age of film.
I thought it might take a little while getting used to the whole silent film aspect. But it didn’t. It’s all about the body language and a little bit of lip-reading. Which isn’t as hard as you’d think. I love it when films let the audience work a little bit to get what they want out of the film instead of being spoon fed everything.
Watching George despair at his failing career is heartbreaking to watch. It’s all very dramatic, but not melodramatic. Some of it was marginally terrifying to watch.
I adored this film. Credit goes to Jean Dujardin and Bérénice Bejo for creating some magic onscreen. If only all films left you feeling all warm and glowy on the inside.
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