Two films gave my heart a little squeeze recently. Like a Babushka doll, both were turned open to reveal more films. Celluloid served black and white, and soaked in star power.

An ex-colleague talked breathlessly about how I must watch The Artist that had released in Singapore. By which time the film was on a roll at all award ceremonies. What is it about black and white that makes everything that much more intense? With no colour and dialogues to distract, the movie swallows you whole. There is a love story but it takes a backseat to the story of the stubborn artist who refuses to stay in step with the times, and does not have the courage to explore the unfamiliar world of sounds.

It is only in the last scene that he speaks a single line. And in a thick French accent that jars you awake.

Scenes that made me go whoa!