I've been wanting to see the Artist for a long time now. I waited on it, for a hope now gone. It rained ice tonight, a small sprinkle that melted easily on the warmth of my jacket. I met YL on the way to the theatre, and they've never heard of the movie. Y thought it strange it that I was going alone; I know why that affected me.

There is not much to hear in this movie - it's silent, mostly. George Valentini and Pepper Millner. Their faces, what wonderful charismatic faces, tell the story.

The climax was masterfully constructed. BANG! I didn't realize I was being played, and I didn't mind!