Hugo was the second movie I watched last weekend. It was also a movie that I purchased without having watched it first.
“Welcome to a magical world of spectacular adventure! When wily and resourceful Hugo discovers a secret left by his father, he unlocks a mystery and embarks on a quest that will transform those around him and lead to a safe and loving place he can call home.”
This was another movie that had a really melancholy feel for me.
I’m pretty sure that the reason it felt so sad to me was similar to the reason that From Up On Poppy Hill felt so unhappy. It filled me with a sense of nostalgic longing for times lost long ago. In Hugo, you see the love of story-telling and how creative and wonderful the first movies were. If the story of Hugo is even remotely close to historically accurate, the first movies in that time were filled with such wonder and imagination that it makes me sad that people aren’t that passionate about the movies these days.
Sometimes, I feel like the actual story-telling in the 80s was better than it is in current movies and that so many of our modern movies are all about fantastic special effects and less about telling an amazing story with wonderful characters. Maybe that’s also because of when I grew up and where I’m at in my life now, but I really feel like today’s movies are more recycled ideas than they are expressions of passionate imagination and story-telling. I don’t remember having seen too many movies lately that left me thinking or that I felt really inspired by or that I perceived as unique and awesome.
Hugo really did tell and amazing story, though. It was filled with wonder and sadness all at the same time. I was really impressed with how strongly Hugo tugged at my emotions and what a unique story it was. But the melancholy undercurrent really was strong and it made me less likely to watch this movie again any time soon. That doesn’t make the story less intriguing, it just means that I don’t have the emotional capacity at this time to be subjected to that kind of emotional stress.
Overall, I’d rate the movie either as a high three or a low four. Something that I’m glad that I own and that I appreciate, but I’m not entirely certain how often I’ll be able to rewatch it just because of how it makes my heart feel.