Caught the contemporary silent “The Artist” tonight. Breathtaking. It is unclear to me if it should even be compared to original period silents, although it clearly begs to.

Haven’t sought out nerdtastic nitpick reviews citing year inappropriate props yet, but the film is such a labor of love it seems that such must inevitably be called into being. The structural perfection of the film is truly stunning. So, like, go see it before it disappears from big screens forever.

I suppose one should take it as advised that as soon as I read about the film it seemed very much as though someone had deliberately set out to make a film to appeal to me, and only to me. So it is likely I would have enjoyed the piece even if I felt it to be an amateurish hack job, which I do not. It is magnificent.