I’ve long considered myself something of a movie buff. There was a day when you could find me at the theatre nearly every weekend, watching one film or another.
But movies of late seem to have lost their magic.
With that, the fact that many a critic had granted Hugo a perfect score made me skeptical. So, I decided to see for myself . . .
Hugo, you see, is the story of Hugo Cabret, an orphan boy who lives in the walls of a train station, keeping the clock gears oiled and set. He also seeks to repair an old, rusted automaton his father brought home–and unlock the mystery it holds.
The first half of the film chronicles his adventures–transporting us to 1930s Paris, and introducing us to the many characters that inhabit the train station . . . including a toy salesman by the name of Georges Méliès. And that’s where the magic truly begins. For in Georges Méliès, the cinemagician, we find a most spectacular tribute to the movies.
I could go on about the lovely set design, deft character development, seamless incorporation of 3D technology–the artistry of Martin Scorses. But I fear words–even the trailer–cannot begin to do the film justice.
It truly is nothing short of a masterpiece.
So I’ll simply implore you, like I, to go see for yourself . . .