Tuesday, January 17, 2012


I saw The Artist directed by Michel Hazanavicius at The Barbican last night. I enjoyed the self-referential moments where the idea of the silent film filters into the script itself (the heavy feather, the relentless noise of the public...) but ultimately I thought it was an incredibly tragic film; not so far from the truth, with an end which left me feeling defeated.

Another great silent film and inevitable love story, from 1925, this time by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle which I was lucky enough to catch last year, performed with a live score.