I know I'm more than six months behind on this, but this week I finally watched The Artist. I was amazed at how riveted I was. I knew it was good, it came to me highly recommended, but at the same time I didn't expect to have to put down everything I was doing and just watch. I guess in some ways I shouldn't be surprised at how much I enjoyed this film. I love French cinema--apparently even if it's in English, and if I didn't realize it was a French film till after the fact. I always forget how much I love watching good movies. I really need to make more time for that this fall. I miss my regular attendance at the International Cinema.