In my illustrious career as a temporary worker, I would routinely get called for horribly random jobs. I worked in such enchanting places such as a Nationwide claims center, a windowless medical records room, and even a copier parts warehouse (which was formerly an adult DVD warehouse). Once, I was offered a one day gig as a mascot. A mascot. I was told I wouldn't even have to say anything, just kind of dance around and make obvious gestures. As a recent college graduate (read: broke jerk) who needed money, something inside of me said this is beneath you, don't do it. I told the woman that I wasn't interested, though I couldn't quite explain why.
Years later, the answer is obvious.
George Valentin isn't a worthless post-collegiate slacker. No, the protagonist of last year's The Artist, is actually a very successful movie star. Check that, silent movie star. One evening, in the middle of yet another shining moment for the dashing leading man, a young woman inadvertently stumbles into his limelight. George, being the relentlessly charming guy he is, welcomes her with a huge smile. She gives him a seemingly harmless kiss on the cheek, and then disappears back into obscurity. Well, for a couple hours anyway.
This woman, Peppy Miller, is absolutely stunning. Oh, and driven, too. After landing on the front page smooching Valentin, suddenly there's a national interest in her. With some of the sweetest dance moves not involving Hammer pants, Peppy lands a bit part as a dancer in the latest - surprise! - Valentin flick. Oh, no she didn't.
She did, and she does. All the way to the top. Peppy, with a touch of help from Valentin, instantly becomes a major Hollywood star. Valentin on the other hand, sees his fade just as quickly. Peppy embraces this new rage in Tinseltown, a little thing called sound. Valentin, the biggest silent star around thinks this too, shall pass. When prompted to consider this new found aural direction, Valentin hisses if that's the future, you can have it. Damn handsome pride.
To the surprise of no one, this movie is completely fantastic. It charms from the first frame, and continually keeps you smiling and yearning for the glory days of the silent era. Telling a story about silent films in an actual silent film may sound gimmicky to the more cynical of you out there, but I honestly dare you not to like at least something about this film. In fact, I double dare you. Watching Best Actor winner Jean Dujardin as Valentin light up the screen for 100 minutes is probably enough on its own, but throwing in the classic beauty of Berenice Bejo? It's almost unfair. Sure I'm late to the party, but I was floored with the charm and grace of these two. They were absolutely perfect.
Troll-like in appearance, lacking all charm and grace, and definitely not perfect, here are the Yays and Boos. Be nice, though. They're still getting over their crush on Peppy, poor kids. They've been jitterbugging all day. It's sad, really.
For the next eight hours, this college graduate sorted mail.
Indoors.
In silence.
F--king pride.
Years later, the answer is obvious.
This woman, Peppy Miller, is absolutely stunning. Oh, and driven, too. After landing on the front page smooching Valentin, suddenly there's a national interest in her. With some of the sweetest dance moves not involving Hammer pants, Peppy lands a bit part as a dancer in the latest - surprise! - Valentin flick. Oh, no she didn't.
She did, and she does. All the way to the top. Peppy, with a touch of help from Valentin, instantly becomes a major Hollywood star. Valentin on the other hand, sees his fade just as quickly. Peppy embraces this new rage in Tinseltown, a little thing called sound. Valentin, the biggest silent star around thinks this too, shall pass. When prompted to consider this new found aural direction, Valentin hisses if that's the future, you can have it. Damn handsome pride.
To the surprise of no one, this movie is completely fantastic. It charms from the first frame, and continually keeps you smiling and yearning for the glory days of the silent era. Telling a story about silent films in an actual silent film may sound gimmicky to the more cynical of you out there, but I honestly dare you not to like at least something about this film. In fact, I double dare you. Watching Best Actor winner Jean Dujardin as Valentin light up the screen for 100 minutes is probably enough on its own, but throwing in the classic beauty of Berenice Bejo? It's almost unfair. Sure I'm late to the party, but I was floored with the charm and grace of these two. They were absolutely perfect.
Troll-like in appearance, lacking all charm and grace, and definitely not perfect, here are the Yays and Boos. Be nice, though. They're still getting over their crush on Peppy, poor kids. They've been jitterbugging all day. It's sad, really.
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| Hey, watch the hand, pal. |
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
- I think George Valentin is one of the most likeable characters ever put to film. He's nice to everyone, and seems to smile through everything. Even his downfall.
- With apologies to my wife, I was so captivated by the beauty of Bejo. Seriously, I was this close to marble notebook and scribbling her name all over it. What's worse? I thought she looked exactly like someone I used to work with. I'm a married spud. I'm a married spud.
- The good ol' days! Damned if I wasn't smitten with all these foxy dames and dashing gents.
- Was it just me, or was the coat scene oddly hot? Wowzers.
- One of my favorite scenes, possibly of all time, was their first dance scene together. Not only was it very sweet and politely romantic, but Dujardin's posing at the beginning of each take was just great. You have to smile at this. Have to.
- Not too subtle, but still very cool, I loved that their chance encounter took place on a massive staircase. Very cool.
- The wife's note! The note itself is fine, but the postscript rules. By the way, go see the movie that killed you! It's great!
- Though I think James Cromwell is slightly menacing, the character of Clifton literally is the epitome of loyalty. I don't want another job. Oh, Clifton. You crazy, old bastard!
- That mirrored table shot was awesome. I wasn't even sure what was the reflection at first.
- I'd be a heartless jerk, well more so, if I didn't mention the dog.
- John Goodman. Clearly, my love for this man has strayed past the friend zone. This guy is the friggin' best. Here, he has no better scene then when he finally gives in to Peppy's demands. Classic.
- This is silly, especially for a perv like me, but one thing I honestly love about old-time movies? It brings me endless joy that the greatest expression of love and emotion is an incredibly passionate hug.
- And finally, the end. Every movie should end with kick ass tap-dancing. Every. Single. One.
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| The initial frame of this shot was rather clever. |
Booooo!
- Sound! In the nightmare sequence it was very cool, but by the end, even I was rebelling against it.
- Speaking of noise, my wife actually asked me to turn it down. Yes, she actually requested that I lower the volume...on a silent movie.
- Speaking of crazy broads, what's up with Co-star lady? She's completely terrible. I would've went with the dog first, too.
- I was pretty bummed when George had to sell all his stuff. Especially when the jerk at the auction place cheerfully informed him Congratulations! It all sold. You have nothing left.
- As a relatively traditional educator, I could sympathize with George's plight. See, we both live in a world where our way of getting things done is on the way out, a thing of the past. Technology is eliminating our craft. We have a strong reluctance to change.
For the next eight hours, this college graduate sorted mail.
Indoors.
In silence.
F--king pride.