Un voyage à la Scorsese hommage
It's a damn good thing Scorsese knocked out a near masterpiece with Hugo, because after the great disappointment that was Eastwood's J. Edgar, I don't think I could've handled another of my filmmaking idols letting me down this year.
Don't be fooled by the trailer into thinking this is some Spiderwick Chronicle or Lemony Snicket traipse through typical family film fare, this is a culmination of decades of top shelf movie making experience and know-how, to deliver a beautiful, stylish and exciting love letter to the advent of the cinema by way of a coming of age story and meditation on young love, loss and lonliness, among other themes.
Ben Kingsley again graces Scorsese celluloid to great effect, playing a small toy shop owner in a Paris train station in the early(ish) twentieth century who forges a relationship with great friction with a boy who has been stealing toy parts from his shop to rebuild an automaton his recently deceased father left behind for him. Kingsley may or may not get an award nomination, I'm frankly tired of saying this or that deserves an Oscar every time I'm impressed by something, but he's amazing in this, as he was in Shutter Island and as he is in every role he takes.
The boy is played by Asa Butterfield, a very talented little guy who's actually had quite the prolific acting career in his young life.
Sasha Baron Cohen (the go-to actor for caricature characters with exaggerated accents), Emily Mortimer, Christopher Lee, Ray Winstone and Jude Law fill out the supporting roles to great effect, but it's Chloe Grace Moretz who is the star of the show in my opinion. Moretz may be the finest actress working today, with the only exception of Meryl Streep. Movie after movie she completely blows me away with her maturity and naturalism, and she definitely deserves a, well, you know.
Not to get overly technical or nerdy here, but let me just gush for a moment about the camera work in this movie. The very first scene is a sweeping, mind boggling flight that starts above the city of Paris and swoops down into a train station, keep going through the train station, in amongst the crowds and finally up to a tiny hole through which Hugo is observing the foot traffic. We then follow Hugo as he make his way to the clocks' inner workings for upkeep and repair and through the pipes and machinery that exist in the walls of the Paris station, all the while spinning and swimming and moving with the camera like it's a giddy school mate who can't wait to see where Hugo will take it next. This kind of technical prowess continues on throughout the film, but you get used to it and it doesn't pose a distraction, allowing you to fall into the story. There's a healthy dose of CGI for sure, in fact the most I've yet seen in a Scorsese flick. I still have mixed feelings about the use and overuse of CGI in today's movies, but it fits in Hugo and never looks fake or cartoonish. Another Scorsese first is the film's being shot in 3D. It's disappointing to see such an accomplished director employ such a silly gimmick, and you wonder how much influence his decision had from the likes of 3D's biggest and most vocal supporters, Cameron and Spielberg.
Again, as usual, the 3D did nothing to enhance the experience, it was a bother and a headache and if your theatre offers you a 2D option, unless you still get a real kick out of 3D that's worth an extra $3, take it.
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