Hugo’s another one like The Artist, an Oscar-nominee I’ve heard almost nothing but glowing things about but haven’t seen and probably won’t get to see before Sunday night. Nobody in this house wants to go with me to see it and I just can’t bring myself to go alone. Anybody need a movie date?
Our favorite film blogger, the Self-Styled Siren, has seen it, and she’s glowed all over it at her place:
Scorsese is still Scorsese, and he hasn’t become an old softy. Still, Hugo glows with the deep love that comes from cherishing one thing or one person over the lengthening years. More than that, it’s about age and youth reaching out to each other. The film flatly rejects the notion that movies cease to speak to us after the passage of too much time, even after more than 100 years. In doing so, Scorsese also answers anyone who was wondering why, after making so many films depicting adults at their harshest, he would suddenly tackle a kiddie movie.
I can’t do justice to the way the Siren’s done justice to the film, so you’d better just go read her whole post.
Caveat from the Siren: “The Siren herein discusses Hugo in great detail, so if you haven't seen it yet, you are warned.”
PS I think Marty would actually like it if the Siren called him Marty.