The stunning cinematography showcased throughout The Artist was almost enough to outshine the radiance of Bérénice Bejo.. She may have overtaken Audrey Tautou as THE French speaking movie pinup (although she is Argentine in her descent). Trés bien.
One shot of particular note is a cutaway of a staircase in a large building.. It made me gasp with admiration; it was almost photographic in it's composition and detail.
This film should sweep the awards ceremonies purely for it's innovative homage of what could be considered a lost art, although it must be said; it is not satirical in it's presentation. Michel Hazanavicius respectfully harks back to an era which was already filled with glamour and excess, then throws you into the front row next to flapper girls, Cadillacs and pearls.
Somehow, the acting seemed more visceral; as if removing the dialogue took away a previously unknown fog that blurred the fourth wall. My concentration levels were more intense and I paid far more attention to the effects of the score.
And if I haven't already given enough reasons to see this film; just go to see the dog. I swear it must be the same pooch from Frasier.. Adorable.
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