The Artist

Mandatory Oscar post is mandatory

It's the day after the Oscars, which really should mean we're free to talk about anything BUT the Oscars, but no. Oscar talk is still on everyone's lips. Ho hum. Here's my mandatory Oscar post, including my mandatory thoughts on last night's awards, and some mandatory funny pictures. Mandatory.

Merde! The Artist's Jean Dujardin was in a French boyband

Oh, look! It's Jean Dujardin, Golden Globe winner and star of Oscar-frontrunner The Artist, wearing a tight orange t-shirt and singing on top of a mountain with a fat guy! I hear that's how Clooney got started.

Just in case you were wondering...

The Artist is still out now, and still wonderful.

Review: #LFF: The Artist

The dog doesn't die. What a relief. After the relentless misery of films like Tyrannosaur and Snowtown, and with We Need To Talk About Kevin still to come, I'm just grateful a film as joyous as The Artist even exists. A lovingly shot black and white homage to silent film, Michel Hazanavicius's evocative picture echoes the classics of the genre and stretches wide over the cinematic horizon like a double rainbow (so intense, all the way across), blasting away the black clouds hanging over the London Film Festival. If it doesn't leave you with a smile plastered all over your stupid face, then you don't have a mouth, in which case, I'm sorry I said your face was stupid.

A lovely poster for The Artist

I'm tired of slagging off shit posters, so I'm going to be nice for once. It's the second part of my New Year's resolution, which I've just got around to actioning (the first part was to stop procrastinating).