The Artist

Saw The Artist (at last) (Thanks, Leannasaurus Rex!) It was a lot of fun. A nice pastiche of old silent-era stuff. It cleverly used some hoary old conventions (the clever mutt, the cigar-smoking exec) but skewered them simply by incorporating them. No mean feat to have your cake and eat it too. Similarly, the melodrama would feel overbearing in a modern film but for an anachronism like this, it's just right. A friendly, goofy, swooning movie and boy did I need it.