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In the 1920s, actor George Valentin, a bona fide matinee idol, finds himself falling in love with an ingenue named Peppy Miller. But the arrival of talking pictures sends their careers in opposite directions.
Uplifting, heart-warming, hilarious... not necessarily words you'd expect to apply to a black and white silent French film. But The Artist is no ordinary movie.
One desperately wants to enjoy the cinematic escapade but the fun eventually wears thin as the familiar narrative fails to illuminate the magic of the movies during its infancy.
There is literally nothing wrong with it. I don't have a single nit to pick, minor flaw to point out or little bit that annoyed me. It is pure magic from the first frame to the last.
You can't fault it as smart entertainment, which eschews parody to make a sincere tribute that also serves as cogent current commentary.
April 17, 2012
Japan Times
As the scattershot everything-at-once world of Net connectivity ever decreases our ability to concentrate, the mere act of turning down the sensory input for an experience seems like a bold act of cultural resistance.
Michel Hazanavicius' black-and-white, mostly silent comedy The Artist is a gorgeously made curiosity -- a film that functions as a testament to its own obsession with other movies.