I liked The Artist just fine (spoiler alert: it's not making my top twenty films of the year though, which are already half-posted) but not nobody not nothing brought me more pleasure in 2011 than getting to see my longtime love the wonderful Missi Pyle on every red carpet on every stage at every table drinking and laughing and being her awesome self because of that movie's awards dominance. If only the movie had as much for her to do. Hopefully she's parlay this into a heap of work. She's been turning in film-stealing stellar work for years and years, and she needs to keep on keeping that on, please.
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