Going into the Artist I knew I was in for a good piece of Cinema. As I already knew the movie had won the Academy Award for best picture, and that the Academy doesn’t just give out best picture to movies that aren’t good, except for that one time, I’m looking at you James Cameron. The Artist was classically good. Told through visuals and very minimal dialogue the story flawlessly tells the story of a silent film actor who fails the embrace change with the development of the talking motion picture. Perhaps history will show us that this failure to adapt in a highly technical field such as film making can either make or break you as a film maker. I can’t help but think that maybe in 50-60 years there may be a film about a filmmaker who fails to adapt the newest technology and insists on filming in his own stubborn way, hopefully not in 3-D. The moral of the Artist is clear as ever, fail to adapt and you may be left behind.
On the surface of The Artist there was a love story that I truly enjoyed. When the main character placed the beauty mark on the young actress’ cheek and told her that if she “wanted to make it she needed something to make her stand out” I knew that I was watching him create his own personal savior. After getting a little long toothed in the second plot point the Artist wraps up nicely and, just as expected, I left the theater feeling good, aloft with the buzz that only and good movie can provide. You know, the opposite of how you felt after watching Avatar.
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