Sunday, January 29, 2012

I Just Watched: The Artist

I'm going to admit straightaway that I had not heard of The Artist until I watched this year's Golden Globes (and saw that it won three of the biggest awards of the night). Such praise led me to check out the trailer, at which point I discovered that it is a (mainly) silent film.

I. was. ecstatic.
The Artist is the perfect blend of comedy, romance and drama. Its relatively unknown cast — save for a few familiar faces like John Goodman — make it all the more special, helping it to truly have an olden feel. Jean Dujardin, who plays actor George Valentin, and Bérénice Bejo light up the screen like movie stars used to, akin to Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds or Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. The film is charming as can be and a lovely homage to Hollywood in the 1920s and, similar to one of the best films of all time, follows the life of an actor who is forced to adjust to the implementation of talkies, a.k.a. talking pictures. There just aren't enough words to describe how wonderful the experience of seeing this film is, I guess you could say: I'm speechless.
Best on-screen moment: Peppy Miller (Bejo), alone in Valentin's dressing room, drapes herself in the "arms" of his hung jacket as if it were a lover.

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