The Artist (2011) // dir. Michael Hazanavicius

Silent movie superstar George Valentin fears the end of his career when his protégé, Peppy Miller, and "talkies" become the next big thing.

Didn't think a black and white silent film could work in an age of 3D and CGI? Think again. The winner of this years Best Picture Oscar, The Artist, is more refreshing and more exciting than any film ever directed by Michael Bay. It's Hollywood 1927, silent movie megastar, George Valentin (Jean Dujardin) meets adoring fan, and soon to become a star in her own right, Peppy Miller (Bérénice Bejo). Valentin's life takes a nosedive following his refusal to make the transition into "talkies", opting to continue making silent films - a dying art in Hollywood. When he finally hits rock bottom, Miller is there to pick up the pieces. Sticking to the tradition of silent films of yesteryear, there is musical accompaniment throughout, with the occasional interjection of subtitled dialogue. The storyline is simple and easy to follow, and there is never a dull moment, largely due to Hazanavicius' witty and intelligent script. The cast are near perfect; Dujardin is an absolute joy to watch, oozing charm and charisma, and completely owning the screen. Bejo is equally as charming, showcasing that there is obvious chemistry between the two leads. It is also a treat to see some familiar Hollywood faces (John Goodman and Malcolm McDowell) taking small, but enjoyable roles; James Cromwell as Valentin's endearing and loyal butler is a highlight. However, if anyone threatens to steal Dujardin's limelight, it's the adorable dog, Uggie, playfully mimicking Valentin's movements.

The Artist is classy, stylish and sophisticated, and is guaranteed to put a smile on your face. A worthy awards winner, and a definite must see.