In The Artist, Berenice Bejo plays a character named Peppy Miller, and she is so good and light and warm and cheery in it that you almost wonder if anyone else COULD have been a person named “Peppy” and had it seem so natural. (Maybe Amy Adams, who pulled off the feat of doing that in Enchanted without being annoying.) She’s as adorable on the red carpet as she is in the movie, too, and she’s 35-going-on-26. I should probably hate her in that envious WOE IS MY FACE kind of way, but I can’t. I at least hope it turns out she bites her nails, or something.