Hugo. Good, yes. Best Picture good? Not really, and in some ways, the almost dead-cert winner of this year's Best Picture award, The Artist is comparable.
Created by Michel Hazanavicius, and the same team he worked with to bring the OSS 117 spy movie parodies to the screen, the main conceit of The Artist is that it's a vérité silent movie, operating with all the same rules and modes of address that were used in Hollywood's infancy. The story begins in 1927, and George Valentin is the movie star idol of a starstruck young woman, Peppy Miller. A chance meeting between the two gets Peppy a walk-on role in George's newest picture, with consequences that neither of them could have predicted. When talking pictures become the newest big thing in Hollywood, George's prideful dismissal of the technology threatens to tip him into oblivion, while Peppy becomes a stratospheric mega-star.
Let's be frank, from the very beginning- The Artist is pretty delightful. I really believe that only a contrarian could declare to have found it completely without joy, simply because if you like films, there's going to be something that you like in this one. In all that it sets out to do, it is practically perfect, as stars Jean Dujardin and Berenice Bejo perfectly capture the expressive "mugging" that typifies the craft of acting for a silent movie, and Ludovic Bource provides an old-fashioned yet energetic score to keep your eardrums occupied. It is a completely sincere expression of the purest form of cinema, and it even has a funny dog. There's a "but" coming, here.
At a certain point in the film, it's so vérité that you start to think about how this would be remembered if it had in fact been made in the silent movie era, and you kind of wonder if it would indeed be remembered. Like Hugo, its main business is the nostalgia for cinema. In Hugo, the plot was akin to a Lemony Snicket adventure-mystery story, but the movie was about cinema instead. The Artist owes a lot to A Star Is Born, and in that much, it never really surprised me. I'm not saying it was predictable, merely that, once again, my expectations were met and not surpassed.
To switch off my Mr. Grumpyface opinion bullshit for a moment, I should stress that there is no point on which I wouldn't recommend that you go to see the film. Should you see The Artist? Yes, it's charming and wonderful, like everybody says, and different enough that it's a hugely refreshing cinematic experience. But it did feel, to me, like some of the Oscar favourites that people have decried in the last few years. Will they still be seen as important in 20 years? Most likely not, in the same way as few people think that Driving Miss Daisy or Forrest Gump were the best films of their year. The Oscars hype spoiled the film for me, not in terms of the plot, but in giving me a correct expectation of exactly how it would turn out.
The Artist is now showing in selected cinemas nationwide.
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