Rating: Green Leaf
Orphaned and alone except for an uncle, Hugo Cabret (Asa Butterfield) lives in the walls of a train station in 1930s Paris. Hugo’s job is to oil and maintain the station’s clocks, but to him, his more important task is to protect a broken automaton and notebook left to him by his late father (Jude Law). Accompanied by the goddaughter (Chloe Grace Moretz) of an embittered toy merchant (Ben Kingsley), Hugo embarks on a quest to solve the mystery of the automaton and find a place he can call home.
Have you ever had faith in an idea that you thought was truly unshakeable, until one day, you realized you were wrong? At that moment, when you realize that everything you thought to be true in the world is just a bitter lie, how do you feel?
When I sat in the movie theater last week and saw my world crumble, I reacted in a way that I could never have predicted.
I was THRILLED. I walked out of the dim theater like I was floating, set free of some invisible shackles that I hadn’t known existed.
Those of you who read regularly may have picked up on the fact that I enjoy books. I enjoy movies too, but books are my thing. One of the foundations of my entire way of being is that the act of reading is special and unique, and that films just cannot replicate or replace that.
I’m shocked too. Do other anomalies like this exist?
I love the book. Don’t get me wrong. It was recommended to me a few months ago by one of my fourth grade students who was so proud that she had managed to read a “big book.” In fact, because we didn’t have it in our school library (that has since been rectified), that student brought me in her copy an lent it to me so that I could read it. Imagine that! A student loaning a book to a librarian 🙂
Anyway, I did not want to take her book for long so I settled down that night to read it. It was entrancing. After I finished the book, I then went on to YouTube to watch “Journey to the Moon.”
The film takes the beautiful idea of the book and weaves it into an artistically masterful work whose delivery enhances its message. The purpose of the film is to celebrate the way that movies construct dreams. Scorsese uses intricate technique to mesh together Hugo’s dream world and his own grittily romantic Paris. The first moments of the movie, when the cogs in a clock transform into the streets of Paris, give a taste of what the audience can expect for the next two wonderful hours.
So yes. Here is where I admit it. I was wrong.
Whew! That was hard.
All right Academy Award nominees, bring it on! It is my goal to see, review, and invent a treat for every single one of you by Oscar Night. I’ve already done Moneyball. Now on to the rest. While you are waiting, try this out. You know you want to.