I know I’m a little late to the party but I finally saw The Artist. And I must say it lived up to what I expected. First of, the actors, the music and then the style: what a beautiful mix, winning me over from the first minute on. Jean Dujardin and Bérénice Bejo are a sensation. A deep bow to casting director Heidi Levitt. And then the dog of course. Such a darling addition to an entertaining story and a supporting cast that’s pure joy.
It’s hard to say what I enjoyed most – the score, the silence or the plot? Every little detail is so important, supporting the classic impact of the film and the artistic shots, giving the motion picture a dramatic quality that only works in black and white. The Artist is a creative gem, a movie that’s much more than “only” and homage to the era of Hollywoodland. It is a film that reduces the cinematic medium to its roots, its core, and captivates its audience by returning to a lost tradition of performing arts and good storytelling. It is already a modern classic that deserves to be more than just an exception to contemporary rules or the dish of the day. The Artist has the potential to remind us of the power of simplicity as well as the beauty of old-school entertainment. It is a film that captures a bygone mood, a feeling of melancholy and escapism a lot of modern stories lack these days. It is moving and does without cynicism, violence or explicit nudity. The Artist is not in your face, it is subtle and romantic, poignant and uplifting. It is a movie that will follow you when the end credits have long stopped, a real gem because of and not despite its lack of color, the classic aspect ratio and its enticing silence.