Hugo
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 3:19 pm
Hugo:
A heartwarming tale for movie lovers. It was a great Thanksgiving day movie.
At the moment of greatest rapture in Martin Scorseses 3-D Hugoa film with many moments of happinessa twelve-year-old Parisian boy, Hugo Cabret (Asa Butterfield), and his pal Isabelle (Chloë Grace Moretz) are leafing through a book of film history, when images from the pages start to move and then spring to full motion-picture life. The time is the nineteen-thirties, and Scorsese and his technicians are looking back to the pioneers, jumping through restored versions of films by the Lumière brothers, Edwin S. Porter, D. W. Griffith, and, most centrally, Georges Méliès, the inventor of fantasy and science fiction in the cinema. For Scorsese, the early movies are a procession of miracles: the directors realized that sixteen frames passing through a camera every second could yield illusions, disappearances, transformations, magic. In recent years, while making his own movies, Scorsese has dedicated himself to film history and preservation. He has put this ardent attention at the center of a beautifully told and emotionally satisfying story for children and their movie-loving parents. Hugo is both a summing up of the cinematic past and a push forward into new 3-D technologies. James Camerons Avatar was a luscious purple-green spectaclea fantasy of the natural world. Hugo is a fantasy of the mechanical world: much of it is devoted to the workings of a clock, a camera, an automaton, and a train station that functions like a huge machine. No other work of art has demonstrated so explicitly how gears, springs, shutters, wheels, and tracks can generate wonders.
Like many childrens classics, Hugo, based on the extraordinary novel The Invention of Hugo Cabret (2007), by Brian Selznick, is the story of an orphan. Hugos father (Jude Law), a horologist, dies, and the boy inherits his passion; he runs the clocks in the Gare Montparnasse, including the two giants, one facing into the station and the other onto the street. Like the Hunchback of Notre-Dame or the Phantom of the Opera, Hugo lives a secret life in a public placea rubbishy room up in the clockworks, where he tinkers with inventions old and new. Hes a self-reliant boy, wary, inarticulate but courageous, and he knows every corner of the vast station. The terminal has its own society and permanent residents, including the station inspector (Sacha Baron Cohen), a pompous prig who rounds up boys like Hugo and sends them to an orphanage, and a cranky old man who presides in silence over a toy storeGeorges Méliès (Ben Kingsley) himself, mourning his lost past. Between 1896 and 1913, Méliès made more than five hundred short films, including the lovely, antic Voyage to the Moon, but his company went bust and the French Army seized most of the film prints, melted them down, and turned the liquid celluloid into boot heels. After that, Méliès was forgotten.
Selznicks book begins with a series of pencil drawings that feels like an introductory film sequenceestablishing shots, medium shots, and closeups. Scorsese begins the same way, but in color, and instantly we get a sense of the films characteristic look. Working with the cinematographer Robert Richardson, from a screenplay by John Logan, Scorsese shoots from the childrens point of view as often as possible. He brings the third dimension into play not only in action sequences but as an enlargement of everyday life. The grownups pushing past the kids as they rush to make a train are as threatening as the Roman legions; at one point, Isabelle slips, and impatient feet trample on her. Narrow spaces and hidden places would naturally matter enormously to a furtive child, and Scorsese chases after Hugo down tunnels and along passageways and up a stairway to his roomthe view up the stairway keeps telescoping in depth. Hugo is a spectator, always peering out at something, and the Paris he sees from his aerie is tinted dark blue, with glistening white lightsthe colors of wonder. Parts of Hugothe station, interiors of apartmentswere shot on sets, but the movie depends on painted and digitized backgrounds. They are intentionally artificial, like something in a childrens book, or, more to the point, like the fanciful sets that Méliès used in his movies. In a flashback, Scorsese re-creates Mélièss glass-walled studio and his films, with their exuberance of creatures, natives with spears, nymphs hanging from the starssheer exultant zaniness, part magic show, part burlesque, and all cinema.
Some of the scenes between Hugo and Isabelle are more methodical and explicit than they need be, and the pieties of a film historian (Michael Stuhlbarg) who has made reviving Mélièss movies his lifes work are repetitive and cloying. But these are minor flaws. The emotional pull of the story is irresistible: the boy needs a family, the illustrious filmmaker needs to regain his past, and a love of movies brings them together. Hugo is superbly playful. Scorsese stages the moment in 1896 when, at least according to legend, Mélièss rivals, the Lumière brothers, showed a film of a train rushing toward the camera and sent the audience scrambling. Just the year before, a train had actually crashed through the passenger area at Gare Montparnasse and sailed out into the street. In Hugo, the hero has a terrifying dream, perhaps an unconscious recollection of that event. Reality, filmed illusion, and dreams are so intertwined that only an artist, playing merrily with echoes, can sort them into a scheme of delight.
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A heartwarming tale for movie lovers. It was a great Thanksgiving day movie.
At the moment of greatest rapture in Martin Scorseses 3-D Hugoa film with many moments of happinessa twelve-year-old Parisian boy, Hugo Cabret (Asa Butterfield), and his pal Isabelle (Chloë Grace Moretz) are leafing through a book of film history, when images from the pages start to move and then spring to full motion-picture life. The time is the nineteen-thirties, and Scorsese and his technicians are looking back to the pioneers, jumping through restored versions of films by the Lumière brothers, Edwin S. Porter, D. W. Griffith, and, most centrally, Georges Méliès, the inventor of fantasy and science fiction in the cinema. For Scorsese, the early movies are a procession of miracles: the directors realized that sixteen frames passing through a camera every second could yield illusions, disappearances, transformations, magic. In recent years, while making his own movies, Scorsese has dedicated himself to film history and preservation. He has put this ardent attention at the center of a beautifully told and emotionally satisfying story for children and their movie-loving parents. Hugo is both a summing up of the cinematic past and a push forward into new 3-D technologies. James Camerons Avatar was a luscious purple-green spectaclea fantasy of the natural world. Hugo is a fantasy of the mechanical world: much of it is devoted to the workings of a clock, a camera, an automaton, and a train station that functions like a huge machine. No other work of art has demonstrated so explicitly how gears, springs, shutters, wheels, and tracks can generate wonders.
Like many childrens classics, Hugo, based on the extraordinary novel The Invention of Hugo Cabret (2007), by Brian Selznick, is the story of an orphan. Hugos father (Jude Law), a horologist, dies, and the boy inherits his passion; he runs the clocks in the Gare Montparnasse, including the two giants, one facing into the station and the other onto the street. Like the Hunchback of Notre-Dame or the Phantom of the Opera, Hugo lives a secret life in a public placea rubbishy room up in the clockworks, where he tinkers with inventions old and new. Hes a self-reliant boy, wary, inarticulate but courageous, and he knows every corner of the vast station. The terminal has its own society and permanent residents, including the station inspector (Sacha Baron Cohen), a pompous prig who rounds up boys like Hugo and sends them to an orphanage, and a cranky old man who presides in silence over a toy storeGeorges Méliès (Ben Kingsley) himself, mourning his lost past. Between 1896 and 1913, Méliès made more than five hundred short films, including the lovely, antic Voyage to the Moon, but his company went bust and the French Army seized most of the film prints, melted them down, and turned the liquid celluloid into boot heels. After that, Méliès was forgotten.
Selznicks book begins with a series of pencil drawings that feels like an introductory film sequenceestablishing shots, medium shots, and closeups. Scorsese begins the same way, but in color, and instantly we get a sense of the films characteristic look. Working with the cinematographer Robert Richardson, from a screenplay by John Logan, Scorsese shoots from the childrens point of view as often as possible. He brings the third dimension into play not only in action sequences but as an enlargement of everyday life. The grownups pushing past the kids as they rush to make a train are as threatening as the Roman legions; at one point, Isabelle slips, and impatient feet trample on her. Narrow spaces and hidden places would naturally matter enormously to a furtive child, and Scorsese chases after Hugo down tunnels and along passageways and up a stairway to his roomthe view up the stairway keeps telescoping in depth. Hugo is a spectator, always peering out at something, and the Paris he sees from his aerie is tinted dark blue, with glistening white lightsthe colors of wonder. Parts of Hugothe station, interiors of apartmentswere shot on sets, but the movie depends on painted and digitized backgrounds. They are intentionally artificial, like something in a childrens book, or, more to the point, like the fanciful sets that Méliès used in his movies. In a flashback, Scorsese re-creates Mélièss glass-walled studio and his films, with their exuberance of creatures, natives with spears, nymphs hanging from the starssheer exultant zaniness, part magic show, part burlesque, and all cinema.
Some of the scenes between Hugo and Isabelle are more methodical and explicit than they need be, and the pieties of a film historian (Michael Stuhlbarg) who has made reviving Mélièss movies his lifes work are repetitive and cloying. But these are minor flaws. The emotional pull of the story is irresistible: the boy needs a family, the illustrious filmmaker needs to regain his past, and a love of movies brings them together. Hugo is superbly playful. Scorsese stages the moment in 1896 when, at least according to legend, Mélièss rivals, the Lumière brothers, showed a film of a train rushing toward the camera and sent the audience scrambling. Just the year before, a train had actually crashed through the passenger area at Gare Montparnasse and sailed out into the street. In Hugo, the hero has a terrifying dream, perhaps an unconscious recollection of that event. Reality, filmed illusion, and dreams are so intertwined that only an artist, playing merrily with echoes, can sort them into a scheme of delight.
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/c ... z1efD8vM00