I was going to post something in "I Just Watched," but I think enough people 'round here would be interested in this that it merits its own thread. It's about a proud silent film actor that gets pushed aside by the advent of talkies. It's a silent film itself, and a shrewdly self-aware one, toying with its format and the audience's expectations thereof without ever coming close to being irritatingly self-reflexive. But that's not what's important.
What's important are the impossibly animated performances, the impossibly expressive photography, and the so impossibly gorgeous that I'm not even sure I saw this movie at all Bérénice Bejo.
And the best performance by a dog in the history of movies. And John Goodman.
I can't believe something like this exists, but I'm glad it does.
