Over the weekend I went with a couple of friends to see The Artist. I had heard a lot about it, and the more I heard, the more intrigued I became. I jumped at the invitation to see it, and it was a jump well worth it. The Artist is easily one of the best movies I’ve seen, maybe ever! Here’s why:
First, it’s unique. Lately I have been attracted to all things new, different, artsy, and unique. I am tired of the same old shit (probably a byproduct of my boring grad school fueled desire for major change), and the artist was a refreshing change of pace at the movies. It’s a silent movie about a silent movie actor. The look and feel was right in line with the actual silent movies of the late 20′s and early 30′s. I was surprised at how aware I was at the beginning of the movie that there was no dialogue, but at how easily I got into the movie once I started really paying attention to the story. Artistically, The Artist was fantastic!
Secondly, and I’m not trying to be on my sociological high horse, there are all kinds of sociological implications about not only the storyline in the movie, but about the style of the movie itself. I often don’t realized how much noise I deal with every day. I miss so many things because I distracted by my environment, because I’m trying to do too many things at once, because I don’t really stop to pay attention. With this movie, I was forced to focus on one thing, give it all of my attention, and I think I enjoyed it so much because all of the other crap going on fell to the background. It felt nice to say that I focused on one thing, one character, one storyline, and I got more out of it because of that.
Not only does the outside crap get in the way of us really paying attention to what’s happening right in front of us, but it’s amazing to me how much we communicate with more than just the message we are trying to get across. While there was not really long dialogues in the movie, I knew the story because of the way the actors used their body lanugage, their faces, their surroundings, to tell their stories. In that way, I think the despair of the main character throughout the course of the movie became more pronounced because he did not literally say “Things are really looking bleak,” but rather he showed his emotion on his face. His body language changed. And that really resonated with me. Maybe this is just because of the type of personality I have, I don’t know. My point is, I connected with these characters on a more profound level than I have with any other movie characters in a really long time.
I would like to treat my afforementioned love for The Artist with a disclaimer: This movie may not be for everyone. I was interested and I got into it, but if you aren’t on board with a silent movie, if you don’t really like to pay attention to those subtle things that I am so stuck on, then you may not like it as much as I did. Regardless of whether or not this type of movie is for you, rest assured that Jean Dujardin and Berenice Bejo, who played the main characters, gave a phenomenal performances and are very deserving of all of the acclaim they have received.
That being said, I highly reccommend The Artist. I said it before and I’ll say it again. The Artist is hands down one of the best movies I have ever seen. And that’s sayin something, my delight threshold is very low, but I feel like raving about how much I LOVED this movie. It doesnt’ take much to amuse me, but I rarely feel so strongly about much of anything. Go see The Artist and enjoy!







