I finally caught up with The Artist last night at a private screening in a lovely federation home in inner-Melbourne. I had one of the best seats in the house (squashy  sofa) and settled in to watch the movie with my cup of tea - and a tim-tams bisquit, an Aussie speciality, which doesn't look too disimilar to a Penguin bic.Good though. Had two; really wanted three.

And the film? It was a tad long, and I dozed off at some point. Perhaps I should have sat on a hard chair instead?