I have mentioned previously that I am not a fan of 3D films; albeit not with the same hatred displayed by Mark Kermode. 3D is a gimmick and one which shall in time pass. Today, I went to the movies and saw a film bereft of new fangled gimmicks. It was in 2D, it was not widescreen, there was non of that colour stuff, and it did not have sound.
The Artist is a silent movie about a Hollywood star of the pre-talkie era. It uses the lack of spoken dialog and sound to great effect. The acting is modern and not of the exaggerated style associated with silent pictures. I went to see it having seen ithe number of Oscar nominations it had garnered. Unsurprisingly, there is no nomination for best sound in among its ten nods. However, it is on the list of films in the Best Original Score and with no other sound, the score is especially important.
The Artist is, without doubt, my favourite film on the Best Picture list that is not about the Oakland As. Granted Moneyball and The Artist are the only two of the nine that I have yet seen.
