The Artist

Name: The Artist
Director: Michel Hazanavicius
Starring: Jean Dujardin, Bérénice Bejo and John Goodman
Length: 100 min

Year: 2011

The Artist is a silent film about the demise of the silent film, so there’s oodles of room for dramatic irony – in fact, the film opens with the words ‘I won’t talk’. Delicious, if you have a taste for symbolism and symmetry. But don’t be fooled, the word ‘silent’ doesn’t mean there's no soundtrack; the film actually won the 2012 Oscar for Best Music, so there is plenty to listen to.

You may think: ‘A silent film? How can that possibly be engaging when we live in such a noisy world?’ But cast your mind back to a scene on TV last night where someone discovered something shocking – remember the tension as the implications of the shock slowly registered on their face. Longing looks silently thrown across a room can reveal as much about a situation as the patchy dialogue going on over the top. Drama can be at its most dramatic when nothing is said at all.

And The Artist is dramatic. It’s a terribly tragic tale of the demise of a man living in a world that can no longer accommodate the art form he has dedicated his life to. Jean Dujardin plays the silent movie star George Valentin who refuses to move forwards with technology, despite the fact that up-and-coming beauty Peppy Miller (Bérénice Bejo) makes working on ‘talkies’ look rather inviting. Out of stubbornness and pride, George appears to lose everything but his pooch; from his famous tuxedo to his chances of romance with chirpy Peppy.

Incidentally, there should be an award for brilliant animal actors like little Uggie, who debuted in Water for Elephants. Uggie gave a stunning performance and complemented those he acted alongside. Jean Dujardin and Bérénice Bejo kept you hanging the whole way through, and both deserved their respective Oscars (Actor in a Leading Role and Actress in a Supporting Role). George's wonderfully loyal butler, Clifton, was played by James Cromwell – that’s Farmer Hogget to members of the Babe generation.

It was refreshing to see a film so charmingly different. The length was spot-on and the costumes were a feast for the eyes; dapper suits, dazzling flapper dresses, tap shoes and cloche hats. And after a few minutes of watching, I genuinely forgot that nobody was talking.