Directed by Michel Hazanavicius
Starring Jean Dujardin, Bérénice Bejo, John Goodman & James Cromwell

A silent film, shot in the original screen ratio, about an actor at the advent of the ‘talkies’ was always going to be a curious outing. As it turns out, The Artist is a highly impressive piece of work and an absolute gem.

It’s 1927 and George Valentin (Dujardin) is the undisputed star of the Hollywood silent era. He clearly knows it too, as he’s adored by audiences, lauded by the press and is met by a barrage of female admirers at every public appearance.

When he (quite literally) bumps into a particular lady fan, Peppy Miller (Bejo), he’s instantly smitten. Peppy dreams of being in the movies and when by chance they meet again at an audition, he helps boost her chances.

When sound technology begins to emerge George is unimpressed and dismisses it as a fad. He couldn’t be more wrong, and that is where his career takes a turn for the worst. As the silent roles quickly dry up, the talkies begin to soar and as his star fades, Peppy’s rises as she shines brightly in the new medium.

Dujardin and Bejo excel as the cream of a vintage crop and the chemistry between the two is flawless. John Goodman aptly fits the role of the hot shot producer and James Cromwell is particularly charming as the chauffeur who is loyal to the end. It would be unfair to complete this review without mention of ‘Uggie’ aka Jack, the film’s scene stealing canine. Expect to see more of this talented Jack Russell in the future.

The story of The Artist is beautifully told. It stands perfectly well on its own whilst also being an ideal homage to a time when subtle expressions and delicate gestures were everything. It’s so classic Hollywood, that all other choice contenders for the biggest prize at next month’s Oscars will see that the bar has been raised very high indeed.