Yesterday I saw a film most of you have probably heard of. The Artist is a black-and-white silent film, though made just last year. It's already won 52 awards, and has been nominated for 10 Oscars. What is all the hype about, I wondered? I've been hearing about the movie for months and, predictably with my 1920's passion, dying to see it, but my small-town theater with three screens never showed it. So yesterday I made the two-hour drive into the city to catch it.
The film was more than worth it. Every minute is perfect. One can hardly believe how masterfully the filmmakers captured the look and feel of that era. I genuinely felt like I was in 1929. There are only two scenes in which we hear any sound, both amazingly effective. And Jean Dujardin, well, I'll let the pictures explain why my eyes were riveted on him the entire time.
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