The Artist (2011) is everything I ever really wanted in a film: It's set in Art-Deco-laden, pre-Hayes-Code 1927–1932 Hollywood; it features elaborate tap-dancing sequences; it has a dog in it. And I can send you a copy of it on DVD because Sony wants us to do that.
The story revolves around a silent movie star who's dreading the increasing popularity of the new "talkies" and a young starlet who finds fame just as the stock market crash of 1929 hits the world. There's love, a dog and a slew of awards from festivals including Cannes and organizations like BAFTA.
I have the ability to make Sony send you your own brand-new copy of The Artist, just released, and you can relive the glamour of this glorious short, but perfect era in Hollywood filmmaking.
To win, you must respond below, in the form of a comment, to the following question: Who is the absolute best film actress from the time period 1927–1934? The person with the right answer wins!
JudeFan wins! Not because of Janet Gaynor, though, but because he clearly loves The Artist more than any of the rest of you!
"Another great thing about being 70,000 light years away from the nearest Starfleet vessel is that once we finally get back to Earth, we can makeup bullshit stories. Off the top of my head: 'We met Amelia Earhart,' 'We singlehandedly eliminated most of the Borg fleet' or 'Paris and I turned into giant pink lizards and mated.'"
" I grant, at least, that there are two distinct conditions of my mental existence -- the condition of a lucid reason, not to be disputed, and belonging to the memory of events forming the first epoch of my life -- and a condition of shadow and doubt, appertaining to the present, and to the recollection of what constitutes the second great era of my being. Therefore, what I shall tell of the earlier period, believe; and to what I may relate of the later time, give only such credit as may seem due, or doubt it altogether, or, if doubt it ye cannot, then play unto its riddle the Oedipus. " - Eleonora, Edgar Allen Poe