An undeniably charming homage to Hollywood in the late 1920s, The Artist will probably be the most successful silent movie since the days of the Gish sisters. It might also be the first silent film many of its viewers have ever seen.
French writer-director Michel Hazanavicius, who has previously struck gold by mining the past with his Bond-era spoofs (and Gallic box-office hits) OSS 117: Cairo, Nest of Spies (2006) and OSS 117: Lost in Rio (2009), eases neophytes' discomfort by creating the cinematic equivalent of an amuse-bouche (an amuse-oeil?). Although many of the technical aspects of the silent period are expertly re-created -- shooting at 22 frames per second, the boxy 1:33 aspect ratio -- The Artist's blithe presentation of the transition from sound to talkies is even less complex than the one found in Singin' in the Rain.
The film opens in 1927, when preening matinee idol George Valentin (Jean Dujardin, the lead in the OSS 117 capers),
saluting his own life-size self-portrait in his mansion every morning,
is still the top draw at Kinograph Studios. Ignoring the increasingly
icy glares his wife (Penelope Ann Miller) aims at him from across the
breakfast table, George acts as a mentor to Peppy Miller (Bérénice
Bejo), a chorine with big ambitions. Borrowing heavily from A Star Is Born (just as the score does, rather incongruously, from Bernard Herrmann's music for Vertigo), The Artist tracks
both Peppy's ascent (through amusing montage) and George's decline as
he refuses to acknowledge synchronized sound as more than a passing fad.
By 1932, Peppy's attracting lines around the block for her latest, Beauty Spot, while George spends his afternoons passed out on a barroom floor, his Jack Russell terrier his sole remaining fan.
Or so he thinks: Peppy has never forgotten him, and the film's concluding act restores The Artist's
buoyancy. The movie pivots on the spry connection between the mute
(save for one scene) Dujardin and Bejo, both nimble performers and
elegantly turned out in period finery and pomade. If the charm offensive
comes on too strong at times, it's the result of a ham playing a ham:
Dujardin, who won the Best Actor award at Cannes, seems incapable of not
daring us to adore him, constantly arching his brow and flashing his
choppers -- a surfeit of cute for a character already inspired by suave
silent-era smoothies like Douglas Fairbanks. The Artist is movie
love at its most anodyne; where Guy Maddin has used the conventions of
silent film to express his loony psychosexual fantasias for more than a
decade, Hazanavicius sweetly asks that we not be afraid of the past.
Keep Miami New Times Free... Since we started Miami New Times, it has been defined as the free, independent voice of Miami, and we would like to keep it that way. Offering our readers free access to incisive coverage of local news, food and culture. Producing stories on everything from political scandals to the hottest new bands, with gutsy reporting, stylish writing, and staffers who've won everything from the Society of Professional Journalists' Sigma Delta Chi feature-writing award to the Casey Medal for Meritorious Journalism. But with local journalism's existence under siege and advertising revenue setbacks having a larger impact, it is important now more than ever for us to rally support behind funding our local journalism. You can help by participating in our "I Support" membership program, allowing us to keep covering Miami with no paywalls.