Orson Scot Card, in his review of “The Artist" in the New York Times calls it “Sparkling, Swooning and Suffering Wordlessly.” I liked that description. I knew it was a Silent movie with rave reviews, but wasn’t sure what to expect. I don’t think I have ever seen an entire silent movie. I have a preconceived idea of over the top slapstick and corniness. I was delighted and charmed with “ The Artist.” The movie is a unique feast of old fashioned silent movie melodrama, but with an updated improvement in story and characters. The theme is silent movies. The protagonist George Valentin, an aging, well-known silent movie star, finds himself on the outs when “talkies” arrive on the scene. He is not really willing to make the transition. A much younger, aspiring actress, Peppy Miller becomes infatuated with George and becomes an ally to help him find his way. Peppy sparkles, not so much with movie star glamor but with a girl next door vivacity. George’s dog almost steals the show and his chauffeur (James Cromwell) is a charming friend and support through all his trouble. There are a few subtitles and some nice music throughout the movie. The only words are spoken in the last few minutes. It is also in black and white, which only makes it feel more authentic. “Fun!” best describes the movie. 3 good stars.