Silent movie

Finally went to see The Artist a couple of nights ago.  It wasn't bad, but it wasn't amazing either.

One place they could have improved it was in the scene where George got freaked out finding Peppy's room with all his belongings in it, including his giant portrait.  It was such a Partridge-esque moment that Peppy really should have walked in on George and revealed his face tattooed on her chest.

One aspect of the film I did enjoy though was the noise made by the people sitting near me.  Oh how they enjoyed rustling their wrappers and crunching their crisps as loudly as they could, especially during the quietest moments.  I can only assume they were doing it ironically.