Sorry, but this is right next to Crash, The Artist, Moulin Rouge and any other cutesy "paying homage to the golden age" or contrived fare in the failed test of time bucket. (The golden age was the golden age for a reason. Let's leave it at that.) I think people were just captivated by the end and the attempted revivification of the genre. Endings do not make a movie whole, my friends. The rest had no stake, no substance, bo-ring. Poor Hollywood, it's now a glorified babysitter. But who cares? Cha-ching, right, studios? Art and originality prove they don't pay the bills, but damn do they blow minds...and last throughout the years. Ask Shakespeare or Scorsese. There is no Oscar curse, just flavors of the month being hype up too much. And when the thrill is gone people have to question what happened?