What's ironic is that the reason I ended up going by myself was because it is a silent film and the main character in this film is a silent film actor struggling to stay relevant in the face of talking pictures. This was the first silent film I'd ever seen and it has certainly sparked my interest in seeing more. As a lover of all things old-fashioned, this was bound to happen. But more than that, the idea of a story being told with stolen glances, body language, sweeping music, and the suave Jean Dujardin's quizzical eyebrows absolutely thrilled me. All these elements came together seamlessly.
And that goes for the film as a whole too. My heart! My heart! The storyline was simple; famous boy meets no-name girl, their fates switch places. But the delivery was refreshing. It's about time Hollywood acknowledged a film like this (except there's nothing else like this)! I love that The Artist showed that the things that made Old Hollywood great are still great. Expressions, slapstick comedy, dance numbers... Who needs words? Certainly not Jean Dujardin or Bérénice Bejo! You know when I say, "He just says so much with his eyes!" about an actor, it basically means I'm ready for a proposal. But to see Jean Dujardin doing this through the entire movie? Oh mon dieu! *smelling salts* He charmed the pants off of me! And so did this film! This scene with Bérénice Bejo's Peppy Miller pretty much sums up my FEELINGS:
I just want to give The Artist a big long hug, steal all of Peppy's flapper dresses, and run off into the black and white world of glitz and glam with George Valentin!