I watched The Artist last night, just ahead of it winning five oscars.
My thoughts were that it was a highly original, witty and beautifully crafted film. I particularly enjoyed the 'sound nightmare' concept. I thought the ending was ambiguous; was it pride or his accent (or both?) that meant he couldn't become a talkie star?
My other (and highly predictable) thought is that Berenice Bejo is an absolute babe. What an actress. What charm. I suspect that her career (and that of Jean Dujardin) will now hit stellar heights.
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