Just got back from seeing Martin Scorsese’s Hugo, and I’m absolutely smitten! It was waaaayyyyyyyy better than I thought it would be. To be honest, though, I had no clue what it was about before I went to see it. All I knew was that it was something about a boy and he lives in a clock. Then I saw the trailer, which looked gorgeous—but it made me think it was a kid’s movie. Which is fine, but I was sort of like, “Eh.”
THEN it blew me away.
This is one of the best new films I’ve seen in a long, long time. Such a beautiful message about purpose, visually a feast, and a love letter to film itself. My heart swelled. As Hugo reminded me of why my husband and I moved to Los Angeles, I got emotional. Jordan and I fell in love making movies, and we’re still falling in love making movies almost ten years later. It’s one of the biggest parts of our marriage.
The movie references silent films and stars that have been sprinkled throughout my life. I remember watching Safety Last! at a party as a teenager; watching Buster Keaton’s The General, half-asleep, in the most perfect basement in the world just last year; staring at the rocket-in-the-moon image in one of my earliest film books at the age of 12; my father showing me 1896′s The Kiss; obsessing over Valentino when I was 16. It was like a lifetime timeline.
Lord, it was lovely.
Movies, movies, movies. And Hugo celebrates them.