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21 Mart 2013 Perşembe

A RATHER BELATED (EHM) REVIEW OF A TRULY ORIGINAL WORK : "THE ARTIST"


I know. You noticed. I’m really, really late with this one. Don’t get mad at me though, I WANTED to see it, it’s just… Circumstances. You know what I mean, right? Life happens. I was overjoyed when I finally got round to watching it though. I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’m a little mad at me to be honest, but come on. Admit it. I have been better about “keeping up to date” with the big films of the year so far. One little delay from oh so long ago… Not worth talking about, right?
Well, it’s funny you should agree with that, as The Artist doesn’t think anything is “worth talking about” (haha, see what I did there? You know, it’s a black and white silent film, no talking and… Oh never mind…). But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have anything to say. It is about that historical time in the life of cinema, when “movies” became “talkies”.  And everything changed. Careers were made and destroyed. But we, the public, loved it – and there has been no turning back ever since. In Hollywood – and all around the world – it was adapt or die for the actors. In The Artist, we follow the story of George Valentin (Jean DuJardin – Do you know something, I almost admire the man more every time I see him in something. Remember 99 cents? Amazing stuff…). The year is 1927, it is the heyday of the silent movie, and George Valentin is king. Until, that is, he is asked to speak. A true old-school star, George refuses to adapt. He is adamant this is just a passing craze and sticks to his old ways. In the meanwhile however, the ones who choose to adapt, like the beautiful Peppy Miller ( Berence Bejo) soar past him to the spotlight… Will George be able to regain his place in the sun – possibly alongside Peppy, to whom he is secretly attracted? Or will his pride mean that ultimately, George Valentin loses everything…
There, you see, I do like romantic films. And just on the level of the romantic – comedy side of it, the film is adorable. Bojo and Dujardin make a lovely couple. Plus, their love story rings quite true for modern times as George Valentin is actually married. So first up, it ticks an important box for me. The one thing I cannot abide in a film is the heroes being too perfect. I am not, of course, in anyway advocating that people go out and cheat on their partners and spouses, but you have to agree it’s more realistic this way. Sometimes, relationships end while you are still in them; you just have trouble accepting it. Then new ones begin. And rest assured, Peppy and George are the real deal – if George can overcome his pride of course.  Both George and Peppy are very real, very realistic and very likable and you get genuinely invested in their futures. I mean, I did anyway – and judging by the film’s success, so did millions of other people.
But then of course, there is the film’s signature move – the fact that it is “silent”. To be fair, I have not watched enough silent films to be able to compare it to the originals. I personally liked it a lot though. You may find that you need a bit more imagination than usually required to follow what is going on, as although the major dialogue is, of course, intertitled, the minor stuff is not. You just have to rely on your ability to follow what is going on. The ever- present music and the lack of sound effects (even minor things like doors closing etc.) may also prove disconcerting at the beginning, but honestly, I didn’t have trouble adapting at all – in fact it sucked me right in. It may have been the reason the film is relatively short at 90 minutes. I mean, I say that because these days all the “majors” seem to be over 2 hours long. I am beginning to wonder why to be honest, I mean, I’m not complaining but it’s a strange phenomenon… Anyhow, mustn’t get side-tracked. The Artist. Darn good film. Watch it J


7 Temmuz 2010 Çarşamba

99 FRANCS

OK, time to own up. I don’t always watch films the week I put them on the blog – occasionally I do “retrospectives” of ones I have watched. Come on, have hearts, I have a pretty good memory and don’t always watch three good films a week! Well, I was trawling through my archive at work today – I had a couple of hours free and decided to dedicate it to a few retrospectives – when I came across this film. Dear Lord, this film is so good I am kicking myself for not starting with it… I watched it three times AND volunteered to watch it at work. I don’t care if it’s French. I don’t care if it’s “experimental” – whatever that may mean – People, this is life-changing stuff, my sincerest apologies for forgetting it in the first place…

OK, so meet Octave Parango. Creative director and advertiser extraordinaire. He lives an INCREDIBLY fast life, fast women, the latest drugs A LOT of money. He is, in short, happy. Or does a VERY good impression of pretending he is. Then, quite unexpectedly he falls in love. For real. And as if that was not enough of a shock, the relationship fails, big time. Octave is still reeling from the pain, but life goes on and so do meetings with major clients… In one such meeting, Octave decides he has had enough. Enough of the consumerist, sham world of advertising, enough of the system that harbors it and people like him… This is war in all its horror. Octave style.

Now, for the older generation, the style of this film may jar… The editing is mind numbingly quick in places – a style the younger generation is used to from video clips. The style is very VERY hard hitting and has major shock value; think on a parr with Clockwork Orange by Stanley Kubrick. But this style is SO well suited to the film because it matches the fast paced consumer society we live in, and we are after all so immune to EVERYTHING attached to this society that any criticism that is to be taken seriously MUST be shocking. And it is not just a dry criticism or elegy to the death of originality and times gone by. It gives a clear mind-numbing picture of the world of Advertising, the way they operate and the way we the consumers let ourselves get “had”. It’s one Hell of an angry film…

The film is based on the bestselling novel of the same name by Frederic Beigbeder – and quite honestly, I am quite curious to read the book as well. And don’t let anything I’ve said put you off in any way, it’s a very honest and open account of things we all think, feel and would like to do in our heads. You will never watch advertisements in the same way again…