Watched The Artist for the second time yesterday. It's still lovely, and I managed to catch a few things I missed last time.
A doodle at midnight. Bérénice Bejo and Jean Dujardin. Uhm, well yeah.
Having stalked ‘The Artist’ and associated tumblr tags for a while, I find it curious that some folks present Dujardin’s previous, and sometimes the very silly, work as if to question his credibility as a performer in ‘The Artist’. Not so. Firstly, shattering the illusions of some, being an actor is a job. Relatively few reach the red carpet and the luxury of choice in their projects, until then it’s a means to make money.
Secondly, Jim Carrey. Let us not forget his first appearance at The Comedy Store (as the story goes), naked but for a single sock dangling from his nether-regions. What about ‘Ace Ventura’ (my favourite as a kid) where speaking out of one’s arse was considered a legitimate means of communication? Do his comedy roots make us take his work on ‘I love you Phillip Morris’ and ‘The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind’ any less seriously? Not in the slightest.
Lastly, I’m very much looking forward to checking out the OSS 117 (with Bejo, huzzah) and a few others, too.