The Artist - Black & White Silent Film

I may have misunderstood Hazanaicius but notice that I agreed with Eve, and agree with you. Not sure why you’re scolding me.

Spare me, Equipoise. This is like movie geek porn. (Hmm…)

That’s the best *kind *of porn!

It may be cinephile porn, but that’s very different than awards bait. How many films about the movie industry have won Best Picture in the past?

Zero.

How many comedies from a foreign country have won Best Picture in the last half-century?

One.

How many B&W movies have won Best Picture in the last half-century?

One.

She’s right–whatever “formula” might exist that’s calculated specifically to impress the most Academy voters, The Artist is unquestionably not it.

Thanks MovieMogul.

I saw it today, and it was great. A fair number of people in the theater for a 1:45 pm Wednesday showing.
Now, I saw Wings last weekend in the new restoration, which is fantastic. Amazingly it came right away from Netflix. Watching it, I thought that we’d be better off with more silent movies, since the paucity of titles forces you to pay attention to how the characters are acting and emoting instead of listen to it being explained to you. In any case, the number of titles matched those of Wings quite well.

I don’t think the success of this movie will cause people to make more of them, but if it gets people to watch more silent movies I’d be quite satisfied.

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I agree, it’s not a film that tries to be “worthy”. I’ll also add, it’s not necessary to have much familiarity with the history of cinema to enjoy it. I know little about the silent era and the transition to talkies, and I’ve never watched a silent film all the way through before. Metropolis was on my LoveFilm (DVD rental by post) queue for a long time, but they never delivered it before I closed my account.

Quoted for contrast.

And I think, as we saw from that one imaginary sequence with those disembodied gabbling mouths, that Valentin was also rather revolted and bored by the visual prospect of all that perpetual chin-wagging.

We’re so used to it now that we tend not to notice it, but it’s true, when you’re watching a dialogue-heavy talking film you’re seeing a lot of lips and teeth. I don’t find it implausible that a silent-film star might have considered that a step backward for the cinematic art.

I saw it tonight at a sold out showing at the Angelika and I loved it. I think it’s probably my favorite film of the past year and I hope it wins both Best Picture & Best Actor.

I wasn’t too terribly interested in seeing the movie, until I saw the Funny or Die clip of Jean Dujardin auditioning for every villain role in upcoming movies. After seeing that, I figured even if I didn’t like the movie I could enjoy his charming handsomeness and the cute dog.

I ended up really liking the movie. It’s playing at several theaters here, but I went to the arthouse theater so that I wouldn’t be distracted by people talking or by noise from another movie bleeding through. It was predictable but it wasn’t trying to be innovative and unpredictable so that didn’t bother me. I thought it was a pretty fun little movie.

As per the title, and, if I am not mistaken, as per a newspaper that was shown in the movie, which said something to the effect of “Valentin considers himself an arist” (and that is why no talkies). The stubornness in Valentin’s rejection of talkies is reflected in his rejection of Peppy Miller’s charity.

The role I took the accent to be playing was just that of comic surprise. If I were to read into it I would guess it is about the surprise that talkies bring in general; that the sound adds something in a way you don’t expect.

I see The Artist has won 7 awards at the BAFTAS, including best film, best director and best actor. Well deserved in my opinion.

Yes, congratulations for the BAFTAS wins.

“positioning The Artist for Awards season” does not mean that the movie is “Oscar bait.” Lots of movies are positioned for awards season to capitalize on the publicity that nominations garner, that doesn’t make them “Oscar bait.”

You left out the line “Harvey Weinstein had to be forced into pushing it for awards season, probably the first time that’s ever happened to him” but I can’t find a specific cite. I know that the film wasn’t even set for competition at Cannes (though it was scheduled to play there) until a week before the festival. Weinstein believed in the movie, was passionate about the movie, but I don’t think he ever saw it as a Best Picture contender. Maybe Best Actor, after Jean Dujardin’s Cannes Best Actor win, and maybe some awards such as Art Direction and Cinematography, but I don’t think Harvey ever expected f10 nominations. Positioning for Awards season to get publicity was important considering what an unlikely and hard-to-market movie The Artist is. It was after the Telluride and Toronto (and other) film festivals that it really began looking like a contender. The same thing with Slumdog Millionaire. If someone called that movie “Oscar bait” I’d laugh just as hard.

I stand by what I said about it not being Oscar bait, but if it makes you feel better to think of a low-budget ($15 million), silent, black and white, French film as such, go right ahead.

That was my thought when I saw Spoke had quoted those two posts together. How a film is conceived and how it is marketed can be two separate things.

I saw it tonight and loved it. I don’t have the intense background in the eras portrayed that other posters do, so I didn’t pick up on the tidbits that were off. But, in general it really felt like the movie was made 80 years ago. And, not a movie made now about times that were 80 years ago.
They didn’t do much, if anything, wrong. I loved it from beginning to end.

Oh. the “BANG” was just cruel.

David Denby has a long piece in this week’s New Yorker about how The Artist sucks, Jean Dujardin sucks, John Gilbert sucked, and everyone who is not Louise Brooks can just go *fuck *themselves.

Well, David Denby, aged 68-69 according to wikipedia, can just go jump off a cliff and fuck himself on the way down.

We saw this last night. Compared to the dreck that is being offered up as Oscar contenders, this film stands out as the only one deserving of Best Picture. Jean Dujardin was brilliant; his ability to transform his face and convincingly convey deep emotion with a glance is astounding. Berenice Bejo was also outstanding. It’s no small feat to make a silent film that can hold a modern audience’s attention for 90 minutes.

The only downside to the evening were the wrinkle farms sitting behind us who couldn’t shut the fuck up during the film.