Remember the old days, when movies were glorious, magical and mute? Neither do I. But the passing of the silent era from memory into myth is what The Artist, Michel Hazanavicius’s dazzling cinematic objet d’art, is all about. This is not a work of film history but rather a generous, touching and slightly daffy expression of unbridled movie love. Though its protagonist mourns the arrival of sound, “The Artist” itself is more interested in celebrating the range and power of a medium that can sparkle, swoon and suffer so beautifully that it doesn’t really need to have anything to say.
— A.O. Scott, NY TIMES (x)
I just watched The Artist.
Who knew that today’s audience could be enchanted by an hour and a half of a silent movie?
A silent film. Just consider it. Who sits through an entire silent film any more? And yet the Artist doesn’t bore, doesn’t drag, doesn’t cheat in direction, acting or writing.
Don’t miss the chance to watch it! When else are you going to experience watching a silent film in the movie theatre with a keen audience?
