It's not that I think those who love the new semi-silent film are lacking in judgment. In fact, I suspect many of those who love it are rather intelligent and have much greater cinematic knowledge than the Chick Flick Guy. It's like a poetry lover who gets more out of that strange verse you don’t understand, or a wine connoiseur who can actually taste those cherry notes. People like that bring knowledge to the theater (or couch, once it’s on DVD) that will make it a better experience for them.
Or maybe the emperor isn’t wearing any clothes. In either case, I don't get it.
“The Artist” is a great concept. As a black-and-white silent movie made in the 21st century, it offers a chance to bring modern viewers in touch with magic they missed. The trouble is it doesn’t go much past the concept. If you’ve seen the trailer, and probably even if you haven’t, you won't have any trouble guessing what’s coming next at each point in the film. That’s because you’ve seen it all before.