I love the movies.
I have since Star Wars came out when I was 3 in 1977.
Star Wars was the movie that got me into reading, with books with read along LPs. I loved the tales of the empire, the jedi and the force.
Hugo is a wonderful movie. One that use tropes of juvenile fiction and “kid’s movies,” but is not a kid’s movie itself.
It’s hard to review movies when your partner considers everything a spoiler. It’s also interesting that my friend Keith said the movie was too long for 3-D. After seeing it I understand what he means.
I find 3-D tiring, especially with my childhood amblioypia (ie lazy eye) and having a much worse left then right eye.
Hugo is magic. It is told in a magical place of clocks, and gears, and trains and friendships. It shows the wonder of being a child, the love of the power of movies, and some of the best child acting I can remember (as does my co-favorite film of 2011, Super 8).
The movie starts slow, and in the warm clock towers of one of the main Paris train stations sometime post World War I. You see a child of about 12 frantically winding clocks and living in an amazing, surreal place. You wonder why he is there, and why there are no adults.
The tale of the Hugo Cabret is the center of this story, the boy who knows how to fix things, even though he is broken himself. The boy who can fix broken men and bring dreams again. I want to say more but that would go again into spoiler territory.
This is also a movie about a love of movies, and how movies bring us the language of dreams. It is beautiful and one of the best movies I have seen in many years. I love Martin Scorsese and this would be on my top 3 for him (with the extremely different Taxi Driver and GoodFellas).
It also has amazing acting by it’s three leads: Ben Kingsley, Asa Butterfield as Hugo Cabret, and Chloe Moretz as the other child lead.
It’s wonderful, see it in the theater if you can, and I think it will be on DVD soon. The movie is due for tons of technical awards, and makes you realize why you love movies.