Something was very wrong with the Oscars...

Rating: 6/10 (28 February 2012)

I just watched The Artist and let me tell you... those guys in Hollywood they've committed one of the biggest mistakes giving this film an Oscar. It's beyond my belief that you could sustain an award-winning picture on the tricks of a dog, the lavish grin of a few (good) actors and such a naive, yet unlovable script.
Yes, I know... you can say that movies in the 20's and 30's had this kind of gimmicks and they lacked this thing that has evolved during the many years of cinema: an argument beyond a foolish, childish, non-sense love story.
Let me tell you I love these kind of films, I've watched too many. Even the original stories are a little sharper than this.
Even worst, mr. Hazanavicius offended me as a viewer a few times with these cheap analogies, like the one you see when the beautiful Berenice Bejo is watching Mr. Valentine (an obvious surname for a love-story character), being swallowed by sinking sands in the cinema, just as the same time he was "sinking" in his career... is that a joke, Mr. Hazavicious? There were a few more, though, like the scene when Mr.Valentine is "going down" the stairs (and so does his career) as Ms. Miller "goes up" the same stairs as she "climbs up" for the stardom. I don't like directors who mocks so deliberately from their viewers. Anyway, I'll take the offence.
What on earth did the critics applaud?
I think maybe this picture had to be rolled in color and with dialogues. So we could see the shallow script that unfolds in front of us. So we could see the mocking, childish pretension to be thought-provoking. This movie has nothing to do with the 20's nor the 30's. If you want to see that kind of movies, well... you know what to do. We don't need another foolish tribute, we need to think! We need to feel the experience of cinema! And with The Artist it happens almost never. You never get fond of any of the characters except for the astonishing beauty of Ms. Bejo.
But you never get too involved. It is all packed, you know it will end like you want to, you know the love story will end good. My god! Even Casablanca had better intentions in its script!
Please, don't mention that I said Casablanca and The Artist in the same sentence, since they had nothing to do with each other, and the second has got nothing to do with the award merit.
Take Hugo Cabret, for example. Merges the 2011 way of thinking, sort of speak, but makes wonderful things with the ghost of Geo. Melies. I laughed, cried, loved each and every one of the characters... Scorsese astonished me in so many ways... He did deserve the Oscars. Strongly. And so did his beautiful Hugo.
But this movie goes and wins the Oscar... oh, what a bluff. I'm speechless.
I suggest to the members of the Academy to go and see The Great Dictator if they wanted to like a silent movie, and give the retroactive Oscar to it. It deserved it, and Chaplin deserved the Oscar they never gave him for that awesome piece of cinema.
As a conclusion... The Artist wasn't a bad movie, but the best rating I can give to it is a 6 since it leaves with nothing but deceit. You will ask yourself as I did: did the Artist really deserve the Oscar's best picture?
I'll give it a 6/10, And pretty much of it, I should blame the marvelous score who did deserve an Oscar.
Go and see Hugo.
Cheers from Argentina!