Film

The Artist

Name: The Artist
Genre: Drama, Comedy, Romance
Released: 2011
Cast: Jean Dujardin, Bérénice Bejo, John Goodman, James Cromwell, Penelope Ann Miller

A wordless love letter to old Hollywood, shot in glowing black-and-white with barely a line of audible dialogue. It uses silent-era grammar—expression, gesture, music—to tell a story about pride, obsolescence and reinvention as talkies arrive and threaten to end a star's career overnight. Playful, a little melancholy, and endlessly charming: two hours of pure craft, built for anyone who still trusts a good face to carry a scene.

TMDb rating

7.4

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