Yeah, I do reckon that this post comes a little late. But you know… Italian releases and my dissertation are not helping me out on this one. Anyway, Hugo Cabret has finally come out in here too and I’ve also finished writing my grad thesis, so I’m ready to come back to my blog-life. And yep, I’ve been missing you all, guys!
I saw Hugo Cabret on Valentine’s Day and I must say the timing was perfect. I mean, I spent the night of Love’s Day (which I usually despise, but that’s another story) with Martin Scorsese. I spent the night of Love’s Day with George Méliès. I spent the night of Love’s Day with a little boy who, just like me, is absolutely crazy about movies. Summing it up: I spent the night of Love’s Day with my Love for cinema.
Surely it’s not a flawless film – a little too long, sometimes even to sappy, editing not as perfect as you expect from a Scorsese movie – but overall, I enjoyed it. I felt like a little kid watching The Magic happening on the screen. Yeah, I did feel like Hugo so, dear Mr. Scorsese, mission accomplished: through that kid you perfectly represented all of us film-lovers. You perfectly represented yourself. By the way: not only this movie made me appreciate Valentine’s Day (at least for a little more than a couple of hours), it also made appreciate 3D. It was actually kind of painful because I forgot to wear lenses so I had to wear two pairs of glasses for 137 minutes. But that’s just me to blame. So, do you know why I enjoyed it, nevertheless? Because the film was made for 3D. Apart from the technical perfection, I felt like Mr. Scorsese made us put on our supercool and super-21st century 3D glasses in order to watch the 1930s viewers on the screen watching us back. And, as we viewers watch each other, we feel like two reflections of a mirror. As if to say that, you know, love for films is transcendent, no matter where and when you live.
That’s why Hugo Cabret is a great love movie.
As you all know by now, film releases in Italy
make me want to cry like a little girl are slightly delayed compared to the rest of the world. So we’ve just gotten The Lion King 3D. And yesterday was the day.
Let’s make things clear right from the start: I don’t like 3D. It gives me headache and I always have to wear lens, which I despise. Plus it’s expensive. Why should I pay more for something that literally hurts me? Well, because I’m a film fanatic and what we have here is an event. That’s to say: because it’s Avatar and it is totally pointless in 2D. Because it’s A Christmas Carol and it’s Christmas and you want to spend the sleepy, post-lunch afternoon at the movies with your family. Or because it’s the fucking Lion King.
It’s Rafiki holding up future-king-lion-cubs and kung-fu fighting against hyenas. It’s Timon dancing the hula and Pumbaa cheerfully farting. It’s Mufasa talking about old kings and the circle of life. It’s Scar looking his brother in the eyes before killing him. It’s Simba’s final roar. It’s the movie you’ve seen and loved 17 years ago, back in the theater. The movie that has the power to take you back to the time when films were pure magic, nothing more and nothing less.
Needless to say the audiovisual quality is flawless, but that’s pretty much all that 3D adds to an already perfect movie. There were little kids watching it for the first time, and they were ecstatics: not because of the third dimension, but because of the story. They were worried about Simba when Scar told him to wait alone in the canyon. They were angry and sad when Scar said “Long live the king”. They were clapping and exulting when Simba took back his kingdom. And that’s the power of great and timeless stories, not of perfect audiovisual techniques.
PS: thanks to my almost-nerdy friend Nicky, who played the perfect film mate.
PS2: is it just me, or now Mufasa reminds of Eddard Stark?
PS3: let me suggest two other great posts about 3D and The Lion King 3D, from FatGuyWithGlasses and MorganRLewis – also here. Enjoy!