This sleek, gorgeous picture about the collateral damage caused by the advent of talkies in the thirties goes to surprisingly dark places. Yet even the sad scenes possess a delicious richness thanks to two spritely performances (three, including Uggie the dog), a rousing score and Hazanavicius’s loving resurrection of this era of cinema. Look out for one extraordinary scene where the use of sound, something we now take for granted, manages to feel supernaturally thrilling while possessing an ominous narrative meaning.
Like: The cream of cinema history boiled down to a luxurious sauce.
Core truth: Have faith.
CINEMA: CURZON SOHO.