• A Bucket of Blood, The Artist (81/37)

    by  • 2/6/2012 • film • 0 Comments

    BUCKET OF BLOOD – Stupid hipster jazz fans and spoken word poets love anything non-artistic that’s called art; lucky for abused busboy Walter Paisley who mashes corpses into clay and joins the elite artistic pretenders for just a little while.

    THE ARTIST – Two films about unappreciated artists today; though I much prefer George Valentin (Jean Dujardin) to Walter Paisley. In retrospect, I still find it hard to believe that this was a silent film. Oh, there was a little bit of non-soundtrack sound, but it was used mostly for (heh) artistic purposes in telling the story. The first sound was jarring and, rightly, tore at the reality that the film had setup. The reveal at the end could have come across as jokey, but I thought it worked quite well. Shades of so many Hollywood-themed films and classics like CITIZEN KANE, or SINGING IN THE RAIN. While this is something of an Oscar-Bate film, I wonder how wide its appeal could be with a modern-day audience. I’d highly recommend it.

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