In “Sparkling, Soothing, and Suffering Wordlessly,” critic A.O. Scott reviews the movie “The Artist” and pays it wonderful compliments. He states that “he evokes the glamour and strangeness of silent movies without entirely capturing the full range of their power” when referring to film writer Michel Hazanavicius. The film itself is about a movie actor named George Valentin who is adored by the public during the silent era but his refusal to change with the times sends him into a sad obscurity. While Scott mentions that this movie will be “a feast for film geeks” he also makes a case for it’s all-around appeal. Scott instills a trusting relationship with his readers because even though it is quite obvious that he loved the film, he doesn’t not shy away from pointing out its flaws: occasionally overselling it’s charm and sometimes reveling in gimmickry. Although it aims to be a silent movie, The Artist is not completely silent as it incorporates a wonderful array of music including a score by Bernard Herrmann. Scott finishes his review by saying that that the film is “something less than great” but is an “irresistible reminder of what makes movies great.” This is a confusing ending to his review and it seems as though Scott wants to give his review an ending that conveys his enjoyment but also notes that there’s room for improvement however it comes off as contradictory and confusing. Scott’s review goes into detail and analyses the movie nicely and even makes me interested in seeing “The Artist.”