The Artist is quite the singular film, you certainly can't take the storyline all that seriously, and yet, you can't help but be captivated, or at the very least, become visually enamored of it. And its appeal, visual or otherwise, is not easily dismissed; shot gorgeously in gorgeous black and white- the film reminds us just how effectively silent films could connect with their audience. And it certainly doesn't hurt that Jean Dujardin is so handsomely photogenic (and looks and acts every bit the silent movie star born), and that Bérénice Bejo is herself so bewitchingly alluring and stunning in her own right. There's not much meat to be had in this flick, yet somehow it manages to create a unique soul of its very own.
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