I didn't know what to expect. From the endless trailer play The Artist received at the Landmark on Clark, I have to admit I didn't have much hope. It looked too “artsy,” too cute, too self-important. That's at least how it seemed. And then the reviews started coming in, and pretty much everyone was talking about it on all the movie podcasts. Still, I was holding out. Everyone could have been deceived by the gimmick of a contemporary silent, black and white film, right?