2011年12月1日星期四
forget him and find love with a “real” man
LeBron James basketball shoesNormally, a black-and-white silent film from a French director with two unknowns in the leading roles wouldn’t be something this highly anticipated. “The Artist,” however, has been charming audiences since its debut at Cannes. Directed by Michael Hazanavicius, “The Artist” is the tale of a silent movie star who falls in love with a younger star about to get her own big break during the onset of sound and “the talkies.” Will a growing rivalry threaten their love? Probably. It stars Jean Dujardin, Bérénice Bejo and a number of familiar faces in supporting roles, including John Goodman and Missi Pyle. The fourth installment in this Tom Cruise-franchise finds Pixar stalwart Brad Bird (“The Incredibles”) at the helm, and a talented cast from cinema and television surrounding the Scientologist star. Once again, Ethan Hawke and his IMF team must go rogue after being accused of bombing the Kremlin. Jeremy Renner (“The Hurt Locker”), Paula Patton (“Precious”), Josh Holloway (“Lost”), and Simon Pegg (“Star Trek”) play the new members of the IMF, with Anil Kapoor (“Slumdog Millionaire”) taking on the villainous role. While some may think the franchise is old news, the action sequences look to be better than ever, with parts filmed in IMAX. And if you see it in IMAX, you get to watch the prologue to the new Batman movie. That’s a win-win if I’ve ever heard of one. Michel Hazanavicius has created something that hasn’t been released in quite a long time. In a century of loud, over written dialogue films he has created something that certainly many teenagers and some adults have forgotten: a silent film. The Artist, released on the November 25th, has two main plots. The star of the Hollywood silent films George Valentin, feels his career is in grave jeopardy with a new era of films coming onto the scene, talking pictures, or talkies. With this paranoia of fading into the shadows of history, he meets Peppy Miller. Miller is a new dancer in Hollywood and she quickly bonds with Valentin as the film turns from a historic account to a romantic film. Every so often, some progressive thinker in the world of awards suggests that the longstanding distinction between Best Actor and Best Actress is arbitrary and outmoded. Acting is acting, the argument goes, and if there’s no prize for, say, Best Female Director, why should women be patronized by separate-but-equal performance categories? From 1999 to 2005, the haute-austere Village Voice Film Poll, in which select critics are invited to choose rarefied favorites and grind artisanal axes, abolished the division altogether, consolidating both genders into one “best lead performance” category.
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