REVIEW: The Artist

The Artist is a love letter to the art of film, and a light-hearted look at the nature of the movie industry. The picture really begins when, by pure chance, the two main characters collide into each other like two stellar objects in outer space. Both are left reeling, but as one makes a meteoric rise to fame the other begins his decline, much like a falling star.

Illustration by Emma Block

As well as being charming and romantic, this film’s real achievement is in keeping a 21st century audience enraptured in 100 minutes of film without a word of spoken dialog.  The silent nature of the film is more than a mere gimmick, and it would be impossible to reproduce it’s magic by just watching a film with the volume off and the subtitles on. The silence of the film is a story telling device in it own right, creating moments of suspense and subtlety that would have been difficult to achieve in a film with spoken word.

The film poses the age-old question of whether pride is to be considered a fault or a virtue, and it is notable that the film is called The Artist, not The Actor.

If all that doesn’t make you want to see it, go for the beautiful 1920s costumes, the original score and Uggie, the adorable scene-stealing Jack Russell.

Emma Block

The Artist is in cinemas now


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