When I danced around and asked people around me to watch this movie, almost everyone's reaction was: Ah, silent movie, I guess I can't understand it.
Yes, no subtitles, no dialogue. Not even ambient sound most of the time, just music, music, music. Although the actress is not the heroine of the silent film era, it does not affect this is a good story. Later, we watched it so deeply that we even forgot that they were not talking.
This is a tribute film, without the nostalgia and yearning for the silent film era as the "golden age". Although silent films were eventually replaced by sound films, the things that "artists" have to do have not changed, no matter whether it is on the screen or not. The speech, what finally moved people was the infectious power they exuded. Whether we see their eyes or just a pair of tap dancing feet. The ending of the movie, uh, I won't spoil it, but it's really clever and hilarious.
Think back to the time when God created the Tower of Babel to let humans talk to themselves and separate from each other. Language aside, we are still the same creatures, only we talk for so long that we forget the rest.
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