The Artist (2011)

The Artist waxes nostalgic for a time and memory in which none of us lived: the golden age of film and silent-era. At moments it offers an eerie sense of Hitchcock or Fellini. Eerie senses that play upon the charm, unconventional, and whimsical of the 1920s high-life. While I don’t think it was the best film of 2011, it might be the most important. It’s affect on movies remains to be seen but hopefully it will mean more substantive and creative movies. The again it may take more than a foreign flick to change Hollywood.  If The Artist influences anything, at minimum, there should be more Uggie-like dogs on the big screen.


Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under movies

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s