“Every once in a while it’s nice to have a delicious little dessert of a movie. And The Artist, a love letter to a bygone era, is a loveable little pastiche of a movie. Would I have given it the Oscar for Best Picture? No, my heart belonged to Hugo. But it’s so hard to begrudge such a sweet, happy-go-lucky little movie. It doesn’t hurt that the two lead performances as so energetic and charismatic, or that the film is a treasure trove of references to both the real life histories of several silent movie stars and the movies themselves.
Perhaps the reason that The Artist swooping in out of left field to propel itself into the Oscar race, and eventually to become the winner, didn’t bother me was because it is something rare to see during awards season: a comedy that can, doe” read more