I stopped going to movies a couple of years ago. I’m not sure why; they just seemed more trouble than they’re worth. Strange considering how wild I was for them when I was younger. I remember when the first multiplexes opened, I would sometimes wander in and go watch whatever was starting. Today, though, I actually went all the way downtown all by myself, just like a big boy, to see Hugo. After a hiatus of movie watching as long as mine, this might not have been the strongest choice, but maybe it was sort of easing back into the habit, I’m not sure.
I had gotten the impression Hugo was a dazzling steampunk adventure; instead it turned out to be a very well made, insipid little movie. Steampunk? Not so much. After about the third scene of the little kid running through the big giant gears, I asked myself “When is this actualy going to start?”
And was that Jude Law? I guess when you’re Martin Scorcese you can dial up just about anybody you want for what was essentially a cameo. “Yeah, come on in Jude, well get you out in time for your dentist appointment this afternoon, promise.”
Also, 3-D seems like as big a disappointment this time as it was in the 50s. Certainly in the big, rushing-through-the crowd shots I couldn’t ever figure what I was looking at.
I did like the lovely homage to the early days of film making, with the studios of French cinema pioneers recreated and scenes both as they would have been shown and how they were made. And I have a crush on Sacha Baron Cohen so OK for him in his tight blue velour pants.
You know what I think would have made the whole thing much more worthwhile? Big titties.