One would think that a black and white, silent film would be hard to make and hard to watch in the modern world, this time of 3D films and surround-sound systems, but contrary to this thought, a silent film is still great fun and possibly far more poignant that anything else out there in this present age.
A couple days ago I watched "The Artist" with my family, a film I've had my eye on for a very long time.
It was fantastic, everything I hoped it would be, though rather painful; one of those movies that leave you laughing with a wound over your heart. Hard to describe, but some films get right through all of your defenses, and tragic or not, they leave a mark right in the core of you.
Somehow, this black and white, mostly silent film managed to captivate all of my siblings, who have been quite outspoken against such movies for a long time. Still, they watched entranced and terribly interested, and discussed many of the things happening in the film as they happened. That's not really something one can do while watching a "talkie"; too often something is lost in the time you speak to another and hear their reply while the characters are conversing onscreen.
It was incredible how nuanced and full of resounding symbolism and imagery "The Artist" was, tools perfectly complimented by the back drop of monochrome colors and a soundscape empty save for orchestral and piano music. It's rather amusing, "The Artist" was in itself a work of art, perfectly sculpted and woven and tied up tight.
A couple days ago I watched "The Artist" with my family, a film I've had my eye on for a very long time.
It was fantastic, everything I hoped it would be, though rather painful; one of those movies that leave you laughing with a wound over your heart. Hard to describe, but some films get right through all of your defenses, and tragic or not, they leave a mark right in the core of you.
Somehow, this black and white, mostly silent film managed to captivate all of my siblings, who have been quite outspoken against such movies for a long time. Still, they watched entranced and terribly interested, and discussed many of the things happening in the film as they happened. That's not really something one can do while watching a "talkie"; too often something is lost in the time you speak to another and hear their reply while the characters are conversing onscreen.
It was incredible how nuanced and full of resounding symbolism and imagery "The Artist" was, tools perfectly complimented by the back drop of monochrome colors and a soundscape empty save for orchestral and piano music. It's rather amusing, "The Artist" was in itself a work of art, perfectly sculpted and woven and tied up tight.
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