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Viewing Diary – Tintin, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Zodiac

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The Adventures of Tintin (2011)

Dir. Steven Spielberg

There is a lot to like about Spielberg’s first animated film. It’s gorgeous to look at. The environments are stunning, and the film’s movement (Spielberg’s primary obsession in the film) is at once limitless but bound to Spielberg’s cinema. 3D makes all these things all the more pleasing. Oftentimes, Tintin is exciting and fun—but something is missing. In some ways, it is most similar to the Indiana Jones films, which I also have problems with, and partly for the same reasons. As a protagonist, Tintin (like Indy) is an intelligent, assured hero, so accustomed to adventure so as to be completely prepared for all its surprises. Think of Spielberg at his best. His protagonists have a naivete and a vulnerability (maybe the most important quality) and it is when these characters are confronted with the strange and wonderful, that his films are at their most moving—in most cases his characters are confronted with situations beyond them, that are either frightening or awe-inspiring, or both. Thus, from Tintin a key element is absent, the one that raises Spielberg films from being just expertly crafted to having an intangible magic. That being said, all else is intact, and at its best Tintin is among Spielberg’s best adventures. One chase sequence is among the best of its kind and may even be Spielberg’s highest accomplishment in crafting action. Spielberg’s ambition seems to be to do what he couldn’t quite do with a camera—in some ways Tintin is ideal Spielberg, where his camera can keep up with his instincts, and it is when this ambition is realized that the film at least approaches greatness. Snowy, Tintin’s dog, is a more ideal character for Spielberg in this universe, one that evades characterization and yet has the most personality—a purer vehicle for what is a successful exercise in extreme fluidity, if nothing else.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)

Dir. David Fincher

How is Fincher so blunt and subtle at the same time? The straightforwardness of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, like Zodiac, is almost a smokescreen. Fincher’s fixations are so complexly realized that it is difficult to pierce the simplicity of their appearance. This is, of course, precisely what makes him one of the most interesting contemporary filmmakers working in Hollywood. Not as obvious with its obsessions with technology as The Social Network, but just as invested in the integration of tech into its narrative, as part of its own process, though not as its subject. The punk CGI explosion of the opening credit sequence (truly one of Fincher’s shining moments) reveals explicitly what Fincher is concerned with in the film. The coming together of two characters, and the intervention of technology as an underlying element. The relationship between Rooney Mara’s Lisbeth Salander and Daniel Craig’s Mikael Blomkvist is surprisingly moving, and what makes the film work. How Fincher develops the characters on their own for what must be the first hour of the film is all in service of what is a fast-moving but arresting portrayal of a sincere connection. The used and abused Lisbeth gives herself to Mikael because he asks of nothing from her, and although the matter-of-fact nature of their coming together is about as unromantic as one can imagine, it is seriously affecting. This effect is possible because of how Fincher has laid out these characters lives (not in a typical characterization sense, we don’t know them so deeply, but we know them as Fincher likes to know his characters, through routine, demeanor, etc.) and especially because of how the film portrays sexuality. Quick, pleasure seeking sex—not “making love” but fucking—is actually rendered as the film’s most human gesture (note one sex scene where Mikael, distracted, begins to talk, but Lisbeth insists he shush while she climaxes).

Defining this relationship is the film’s most important element—Fincher disrupts the comfort of the whodunnit narrative, shifting the structure so as to make plot’s natural peak just a bump on the road, and removes the emphasis from the mystery, and extending the prologue-esque early portion of the film beyond what other filmmakers would be willing to—the real arc of the film lies in Lisbeth and Mikael and how they change each other. Fincher ends on a deceptively quiet shot (as he has done before), so modestly tragic, and in retrospect, rather beautiful. In some ways, this is his most evasive great film, and the one that most fervently demands for a repeat viewing, for a chance not to penetrate the mystery of the plot, but the mystery of the narrative—this distinction being the one that classifies Fincher’s digital cinema, where his stories are no longer collaborators with his style, and the telling of them is all that remains. Seven/Fight Club/etc. Fincher vs. Zodiac/Social Network/etc. Fincher = stylized stories vs. stories swallowed whole by their telling.

Aside: A fun train of thought; contrast Fincher’s investigation of character via sexuality with Cronenberg’s—Fincher doesn’t care about psychology, or deep inner-workings, but cares just as deeply, but about the surface. Cronenberg wants to know what makes people tick but Fincher is a better listener.

Zodiac (2007)

Dir. David Fincher

I initially thought this was a great film back when I saw it on 2007, but upon revisiting it in preparation for Fincher’s new film, I’d say it’s more like a masterpiece. One of the most fascinating Hollywood films of its decade, Zodiac is a maddening experience. If you’re not careful, you can find yourself as obsessed as the characters—but the trick is not to—Fincher isn’t, he’s just mapping out time as it unfolds relentlessly. Like with The Social Network, this is about characters alienated by obsession and driven from real life by their intelligence. Watch as each character crashes and burns, with the biggest brain left standing, satisfied with himself above all else, but alone. Fincher’s suspense here is completely singular, separate from anything we’d simply associate with whodunnit plots of the past. The driving force of the film is the friction between the investigators and time as they subtly become separate from reality. Watch how Fincher quietly shows the cracks of real life as small moments between large momentous stretches of “cracking” the case. Also, note the lack of synchronicity between the characters’ obsession and the filmmaking. Fincher holds the film steady, refusing to crack like his characters, he even films a murder (in what may be cinema’s most effective stabbing since Psycho, I kid you not) with little cutting (no pun intended), in some ways amplifying the real horror of it but also refusing to sensationalize what takes place. He takes his time and is more like the killer than his pursuers. He doesn’t give into their obsession—though he does chart it meticulously—but perhaps that’s a different type of obsession, the one that has made Zodiac, The Social Network and now The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo into fascinating charts of information, and brilliant exercises in narrative form.

For the Love of Movies: Martin Scorsese’s Hugo

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“…The train in the La Ciotat station still keeps arriving, a century later. It’s still possible to put oneself in the position of the frightened spectator, which means that there is something in cinema that is of the past but not past” –Serge Daney

Cinema is always in a state of change. Consequences of this constant flux become more obvious in retrospect, as movements come and go and film form evolves. One of the clearest indications of cinema’s major shifts lies in its technological advancements. Today’s changes are anything but subtle—we can notice them as they occur before us. Regardless of where one stands on the topic of cinema’s health as an art form, it can be agreed that it is going through some of its most monumental changes. Indeed it is even technically switching mediums, as the digital revolution is rendering celluloid obsolete. The utterances of “the death of cinema” seem to come in greater number as a result, but maybe it is yet another case that illustrates people fear what they do not understand. In Martin Scorsese’s Hugo (2011), new technology is revealed to be not a danger but a challenge, and an opportunity to explore new potential in filmmaking. The essentials of film form established over a century ago remain intact, and Hugo acknowledges this while also expanding cinema’s capabilities. In the film, Scorsese interlaces the history of silent cinema with what is one of his most personal stories.

Notably, Scorsese is America’s foremost cinéaste. He is a hardcore cinephile, probably the most outspoken of the kind, who knows and deeply cares about the history of cinema. His cinema-centric documentaries and involvement with the Film Foundation attest to this. The story of this family fantasy film concerns a young orphaned boy living in a train station in Paris. It integrates the true story of Georges Méliès (played by Ben Kingsley)—the pioneer of fantasy and, even fiction, cinema—into its narrative. The history of early cinema becomes a key element of the movie, with references to the likes of the Lumière Brothers, Edwin S. Porter, Harold Lloyd, and D.W. Griffith, to name a few. This makes for a most peculiar marriage between form and content, in which the newest cinema technology—Hugo is shot in 3D on the Arri Alexa, a state of the art digital camera—is used to tell a story about the oldest. In doing this, Martin Scorsese is bridging the gap between the beginnings of cinema to now, as the aforementioned changes revolutionize the medium. Moreover, he is bridging the gap between the era of celluloid to the era of digital, and emphatically trying to establish and maintain cinema’s lineage in a new age.

At its core, Hugo is a love letter to the cinema in general: its magic; its intangibility; and its capabilities. However, the film is aggressive in integrating silent film history, making Hugo not just a love letter but also a plea. Scorsese wants to reintroduce these works into public consciousness, and to reinforce their integrality. There is a digression completely devoted to silent era history, during which Scorsese appropriates images from The Great Train Robbery (Edwin S. Porter, 1903), Intolerance (D.W. Griffith, 1916), The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (Robert Weine, 1920), The Kid (Charles Chaplin, 1921), The General (Buster Keaton and Clyde Bruckman, 1926), and Pandora’s Box (Georg Wilhelm Pabst, 1929), among others. To see these films on a big screen in a multiplex in 2011 is no less than a small miracle, and Scorsese’s insistence on explicitly sharing these films, their images, and their history, reveals that his intentions are more complex then just paying homage. The gesture is a noble one, unheard of in contemporary mainstream cinema, in which the history of movies forms the core of the film, and the audiences’ participation in appreciating this history is an experience built into the narrative. This is a bold artistic decision. Hugo is no small film: at a budget estimated at 170 million dollars, it is Scorsese’s most costly film. Surely, fellow cinephiles will revel in Hugo’s ciné-centric content, but Scorsese clearly hopes to convert those less familiar with cinema. In wrapping this dose of cinephilia in the context of a whimsical, adventurous film, Scorsese actually may succeed in this ambition. In one sequence, Hugo (Asa Butterfield) and his friend Isabelle (Chloe Grace Moretz), who is the goddaughter of Méliès in the picture, uncover a book on early cinema history at the Film Academy Library, and an astonishing montage of the aforementioned films flashes by. The two young characters are dazzled by what they have unearthed, at the history at their feet. The effect had on them by the book is in essence had on the audience by Scorsese’s intense editing. The sequence evokes Woodrow Wilson’s supposed quote upon seeing Griffith’s The Birth of a Nation (1914), in which he remarked that the film was “like writing history with lightning”. Here, Scorsese seems to be doing just that­—a lightning history montage.

Hugo accurately traces Méliès’ history with cinema, beginning with his days as a magician at the Théâtre Robert-Houdin who attended the first Lumière Bros. screening in Paris in 1895. Méliès tried to acquire a cinématographe, the all-purpose movie-creating device that the Lumière Brothers invented. It could film, print, edit and project (with slight modifications), and was the most impressive early motion picture camera. Scorsese portrays Méliès’ first encounter with cinema, as he discovers Arrival of a Train at a Station (Auguste and Louis Lumière, 1895), and immediately is drawn to this new medium—right then and there an artist and his art form are bound (look for a cameo from Michael Pitt in this scene). Determined, Méliès created his own camera by modifying a projector, although, for metaphorical purposes, Scorsese changes this detail. He saw film as a new sort of magic, and was the first to explore its possibilities of making the impossible possible. He is rightly linked to contemporary filmmakers like James Cameron, for being the pioneer of camera tricks and special effects, but that attribution is too limiting. Disparate viewers, such as popular audiences, science-fiction fanatics, surrealists and avant-gardists have revered Méliès—a testament to his legacy. Notably, experimental filmmaker Stan Brakhage claimed ”I took my first senses of the individual frame life of a film from Méliès”1. Ultimately, Méliès was cinema’s first storyteller, and many of his innovative techniques forwarded film form, regardless of genre. Hugo lovingly recreates his Star Films Studio, which along with Thomas Edison’s Black Maria, was the first of its kind. Its greenhouse like design made it possible to film with natural light, but notably, by 1897, Méliès “may have been the only filmmaker in the world to have photographed under artificial light”2.  He “was responsible for the development of the cinematic tradition of the trick film”3, but his innovations were instrumental in the early exploration of the medium, and all filmmakers, not just those whose specialty is in the fantastic, are ancestors of Méliès. Scorsese uses this notion to make Méliès into a metaphorical presence in Hugo.

Sadly, there is a fall that followed Méliès’ rise, when his films were neglected after WWI and he destroyed much of his equipment in a fit of despair, turning his back on the cinema. A sequence in which Méliès recounts the details of his life and career creates some of the film’s most emotional moments, and it is where one of Scorsese’s central ideas is located. The majority of Méliès’ films (he made hundreds) were lost, and after he gave up filmmaking he opened a toyshop in Gare Montparnasse, where Hugo is set. In the film, Méliès desperately tries to forget the past, but Hugo and Isabelle discover his identity. This rediscovery of his past and his work rejuvenates him and restores meaning to his life. Méliès, who symbolizes cinema’s past, is used to illustrate the dire importance of appreciating the history of filmmaking and therefore in film preservation. Scorsese articulates the need to preserve film in a literal sense, but also in terms of restoring it to public consciousness. The fragility of celluloid has always made it a vulnerable material, but fragile also are the memories of cinema, with an equal need of protection. In Hugo, initially A Trip to the Moon (1902) is the only film of Méliès remaining­—he had sold many of his prints, which were made into shoe heels, and the rest were thought lost. At the end of the film, after Méliès is rediscovered, over eighty of his films are found. He presents an evening of his newly found films to an appreciative audience and then a montage of his works ensues. Scorsese pays tribute to Méliès not just by showing his films, but in a generous gift renders the montage in 3D, with countless Méliès films shown in a way like never before, including A Nightmare (1896), The Music Lover (1903), and of course, A Trip to the Moon, with the iconic shot of the rocket hitting the man in the moon’s eye wonderfully reinvented. The sequence is another small miracle, and a deeply moving gesture. Doubtlessly, Méliès, would have been delighted to see his films in this way, and to know that he was being appreciated and discovered by audiences so many years after his time. As far as being a tribute to Méliès, Hugo is most successful for being made with his spirit of invention and imagination. In a broader sense, Hugo is impressive for balancing this intention with different allegorical layers.

Film history lives and breathes in the compositions of Hugo, whether Scorsese is explicitly appropriating images from other films, or more subtly quoting them. The mesmerizing shots of 1930s Paris are a digital channeling of Rene Clair’s Under the Roofs of Paris (1930). The image of Hugo hanging from a clock hand, now made iconic by the film’s poster, is an obvious quotation of Safety Last! (Fred C. Newmeyer and Sam Taylor, 1923). At one point of the film, Hugo and Isabelle actually sneak into a screening of the Harold Lloyd classic. These references are woven into the language of the film. At one point, when Scorsese wants to communicate the devastation of WWI and a sense of hopelessness, he cuts to a Max Linder movie poster in the rain, evoking the iconic silent star’s post-war depression and suicide. Scorsese exploits the famous anecdote of how the first cinema audiences reacted to Arrival of a Train by gasping and trying to move out of the way. Using the 3D effect, he revives this sensation for 21st century audiences when a train comes charging towards Hugo and barrels through Gare Montparnasse. Simultaneous with this reverence for early cinema is Scorsese’s exuberant, even experimental, exploration of new technology.

Hugo reveals 3D’s ability to strengthen and expand film form with new possibilities of depth and movement. Indeed, Hugo is by far the most sophisticated 3D film yet made, but Scorsese finds himself in a position not so dissimilar to Méliès, in which he has the opportunity to invent new ways to make movies and to tell stories. Thus, the film’s retrospective concerns are beautifully melded with Scorsese’s willingness to explore cinema’s future. This gap bridging of early to new cinema and from old to new technology in effect transcends these very conceptions. The changes undergone by cinema do not separate it from its past—It is almost a Malickian notion, but applied to the whole of cinema rather than the whole of existence. The essence of cinema that was birthed in the flickering light of Arrival of a Train exists in Scorsese’s digital, 3D images of a different train arriving, over a century later.

Two examples of 3D effects in particular find Scorsese not just modifying form but also adding to the vocabulary of film. In one unsettling close-up of Sacha Baron Cohen, as the Station Inspector, his face slowly moves closer and closer to the camera, and consequently closer to the audience. His face intrudes a zone of space normally left free between viewer and film. The effect is discomforting, and completely new. Calling it a close-up does not suffice. It is a new shot in film grammar, an “extreme foreground close-up”. Another example of 3D innovation comes in the application of a dolly zoom. The effect of a dolly zoom, depending on its execution can be subtle or pronounced. Take for instance its original usage in Vertigo (1958), in which it is a shocking gesture meant to communicate the vertigo experienced by the film’s protagonist. Next, consider the more subtle usage in Scorsese’s own Goodfellas (1990), in the wide two-shot that slowly dolly zooms in on Robert de Niro and Ray Liotta at a diner table. In Hugo, Scorsese uses a relatively slow dolly zoom towards the end of the film, for a shot of Méliès on stage. The effect of the camera move is transformed. Nowhere near subtle, it actually provokes a physical response to the confusing distortion of planes of vision, as the foreground and background interact with greater prominence. 3D does indeed add a new dimension to filmmaking, and Scorsese’s innovative use of 3D form could be used for any type of film, be it a family film like Hugo or a serious adult drama. When asked whether he would like to make movies in 3D for now on, Scorsese said:

Quite honestly, I would. I don’t think there’s a subject matter that can’t absorb 3D; that can’t tolerate the addition of depth as a storytelling technique. We view everyday life with depth.  I think certain subject matters aren’t meant for 3D but you have to go back to Technicolor; when it was used in 1935 with Becky Sharp, [directed by Rouben Mamoulian], for about 10-15 years, Technicolor was relegated to musicals, comedies and westerns. It wasn’t intended for the serious genres, but now everything is in color.  And so it’s just a different mindset. Granted once the technology advances and you can eliminate glasses that are hindrances to some moviegoers, so why not? It’s just a natural progression.”4

With all these innovative touches, Hugo is nevertheless easily identified as a “Scorsese Picture”. Several recurring motifs from his work are present, the film’s overt stylization link Hugo to the creative peak Scorsese reached during the early nineties, from Cape Fear (1991), through The Age of Innocence (1993), Casino (1995), to Kundun (1997). Arguably, this streak of films makes for the most robust demonstration of formal excellence in Hollywood filmmaking history. That Hugo is a family film should be not a deterring factor. Scorsese has always worked with different genres, oftentimes blending different ones together. Undeniable in Hugo is Scorsese’s personal stamp, and what lies at its very heart, his quasi-autobiographical presence within the film.

Like with many of Scorsese’s films, he locates himself within it. Hugo is a lonely character, isolated from the vast Paris that surrounds him, rendered as an infinite cityscape in the film. Scorsese was also isolated as a young boy, stricken by asthma that kept him from playing outside with other children. He developed his relationship with the real world and the people around him through cinema much like how Hugo watches the lives in the train station as if they were stories unfolding just for him. The shots from his point-of-view as he watches people usually have a frame within the frame, giving us a sense of his viewpoint and its similarity to a movie frame. Some sort of revolving gear frames Hugo’s eyes in one instance, as he peers from behind a clock, as if to simulate the shifting from frame to frame of celluloid moving through a projector—his personal moving pictures. Hugo peering from behind the clock at the station recalls the image of the young Henry Hill watching the gangsters from his window in Goodfellas. Hugo has a special relationship with cinema. His father used to take him to movies on his birthday. When Hugo and Isabelle sneak into Safety Last, one image is just of the projector light, which in 3D radiates beyond the screen, basking the audience. Then in an image that has recurred in Scorsese’s films, such as The Aviator and Kundun, the characters are framed with the projector’s light radiating right behind them. Speaking of Kundun, it bears mentioning that that film was actually the first of Scorsese’s to feature images from Georges Méliès. In one sequence, the Dalai Lama’s first encounters with movies are portrayed, and he too forms much of his relationship with the world through the moving image.

A key element yet unmentioned in the film is the automaton that Hugo is trying to fix—A broken mechanical figure discovered by his father. When it is introduced in the film, Hugo sits down next to the automaton and a series of flashbacks explain what happened to him and his father. The distinct whirring of a projector running a film plays on the soundtrack, and light flashes on the automaton as Hugo remembers these moments, implying the figure’s figurative relation to cinema—ultimately it is articulated as an instrument that transcends isolation. The automaton links Hugo to his father; his memories; Isabelle, who possesses its key; and Méliès, its original maker. Essentially it establishes all meaningful connectivity he has to the people and world around him. The importance of relationships and their connection to movies is highlighted by warm gestures linked to cinema experience—when Isabelle places her hand on her Godmother’s shoulder after watching a film, or when she thanks Hugo for showing her Safety Last, referring to it as “a gift”. For Scorsese, cinema is everything, but nothing without people. Richard Brody of The New Yorker labels the automaton as “a kind of living cinema”, and like with Scorsese and cinema, Hugo “keeps and fixes” the automaton5. It is even with parts from the automaton that Méliès built his first movie camera. This object, then, is one of the principal metaphors of the film, and injects the final shot with mysterious power, as the automaton stares into the audience (framed not unlike the final shot of Casino, but with opposing emotional connotations), and the relationship between creator, viewer and cinema culminates with unification. The cinema is reborn here, but it is neither the first nor the last time. Cinema, as with art, as with life, is of a cycle without ending. Hugo is a marker of an immeasurable intangibility; it could be set at any point: cinema’s rebirth is a perpetual process. Like the automaton, it merely requires someone to tinker with its clockwork to keep it going. Be it through the eyes of the automaton or the eye left unmarked on the man on the moon, cinema and viewer watch one another, and through this mutual gaze form meaning. Such is Hugo, to make this dynamic explicit in its final moments. Although it is a film with several layers of meaning that contains within it cinema’s past, present and future, it is also a testament to the movies and how they matter to a man whose life intertwines with them, on screen and off.

It is also about cinema’s relationship to time. The machinery of the automaton, of cinema, is linked to the gears of clocks, and to the world as machine. Cinema is linked to memories, history and time. An important motif in the film is of the statues throughout the city. These works of art are foregrounded in the mise en scène as if they are watching over the film’s events. One statue points to the cinema as Hugo and Isabelle stand before it, and in one shot, Scorsese cuts from an extreme close-up on a pocket watch to a statue in the foreground that almost appears to be looking right at it. The link between art and time is expressed unequivocally.

In spite of its technological advancement and numerous transformations, cinema retains an essence and its connectivity to history. Hugo is a proclamation of cinema’s enduring power. Méliès’ films are still a pleasure to behold, and Scorsese wants to share this, both as a way of reintroducing early cinema into public consciousness and also to signal the need to preserve and honour these and other vulnerable works. As Scorsese himself says, “…Movies are the memories of our lifetime. We need to keep them alive”6. Scorsese embraces the new digital era of filmmaking, but Hugo beckons for this new age to be film conscious even as cinema expands, worlds apart from its origins. By appropriating images from the works of Méliès, Porter, Griffith and others, the presence of early cinema in present cinema is literalized, and Scorsese sustains the century-spanning lineage of the art form. The integration of Méliès’ story into Hugo further solidifies the significance of the relationships between history, fiction, creator, and viewer in what could be called the sociology of cinema. Like with the automaton, the clocks at the train station, and how Hugo sees the world, every piece has a purpose in order to make sure everything functions as a whole. This is no more intricate than the construction of Hugo itself, a film made beautiful by its invention, reinvention and regard for a past that ceaselessly informs all that has and will come, in cinema or otherwise.

Citations

1. Hammond, Paul. Marvelous Méliès, London: Gordon Fraser, 1974.

2. Frazer, John. Artificially Arranged Scenes: The Films of George Méliès. Boston Mass: Hall, 1979.

3. Popple, Simon, and Joe Kember. Early Cinema: From Factory Gate to Dream Factory. London: Wallflower, 2004.

4. “‘Hugo’ Helmer Martin Scorsese Ponders 3D Future And How ‘Taxi Driver’ Would Have Benefitted.” Interview by Mike Fleming. Deadline New York.

5. Brody, Richard. “”Hugo“: Martin Scorsese’s Cybercinema.” The Front Row. The New Yorker.

6. The Film Foundation.

 

A Few Notes on Hugo

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A formal essay on Hugo is in the works, but for now, some initial thoughts…

It never fails to impress me how Martin Scorsese is able to take a project, no matter how large in scale and no matter its subject, and make it completely personal. Like nearly all of Scorsese’s films, Hugo can be taken as personal allegory. It can also be taken as an allegory about film preservation. And, most obviously, it can be taken as a movie that is so full of love for movie-making it needs to express it any way imaginable. If along the way, it treads in some foolish territory, that’s only a testament to Scorsese’s exuberant approach which more often than not results in some of his most thrilling images.

After a handful of 3D films of merit, Hugo represents the first such work of sophistication. Staggering uses of depth and movement punctuate Scorsese’s already marvelous form, ennobling film grammar with the extra dimension. As a tribute to Georges Méliès, the film is a complete success, and seeing Le Voyage dans la Lune rendered in 3D is something that surely would have delighted its creator. He isn’t the only filmmaker paid tribute in the film, but I’ll try and leave Hugo‘s secret treasures as such for the time being. To avoid saying too much that will no doubt be repeated in my formal piece on the film, I’ll try and give mention to more marginal (but still important) aspects. There’s the film’s tremendous cast, which features Ben Kingsely as Méliès and wonderful bit parts from Christopher Lee and Michael Stuhlbarg. The two young leads, Asa Butterfield as Hugo, and Chloe Moretz as Isabelle, go above and beyond the call of duty. Butterfield has a couple key monologues with some real dramatic weight that he pulls off admirably, and Moretz is such an exciting talent. Her maturity on screen is remarkable and her future as a great actress is all but assured. One gets the sense that this is Scorsese at his least tortured, and luckily that does not to appear to be an artistic kiss of death. His motivations come with as much conviction as ever. With Hugo, Scorsese wants to acknowledge that he is standing on the shoulders of giants. His undying gratitude is expressed the way he knows best, through the language of cinema. Only Scorsese could make such a humble gesture so loudly.

Images of the Week – Hugo

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From Martin Scorsese’s Hugo (2011). I’ve yet see what is my most anticipated film of the year, but I’ve already been deeply moved by it. For reasons I’ll resist articulating, I find this image in particular, from the film’s trailer, to be very emotionally stirring.

Werner Herzog and the Proto-Cinema

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Cave of Forgotten Dreams, perhaps the first great 3D film, comes from an auteur whose filmography itself could metaphorically be described as a cave of forgotten dreams. His films are forgotten dreams made manifest as cinema. They deal with all that that is essential to humanness, and his work has always revolved around the primordial and our relationship with images, making the very scenario of Cave of Forgotten Dreams poetic, and like with all Herzog films, it has a subject in which Herzog finds an “ecstatic truth”, but underlying that are truths about the man himself, revealed almost always incidentally (something Herzog actually denies: “I do not star at my navel”). Other filmmakers were denied the privilege of filming inside the Chauvet cave, including March of the Penguins director Luc Jacquet, but luckily the powers that be were fond of Herzog’s work, and his eccentric contract negotiations certainly helped (he offered to make the film on behalf of those in charge of the cave for one euro). Having been granted permission, Herzog captures, in 3D, the oldest known cave paintings in the world, nearly 40 000 years old in some cases, that don the walls of the cave, which itself is a natural beauty. In doing so, in some ways Herzog’s career comes full circle and the very origins of art and the cinema form the core of the film’s power.

Cave exemplifies Herzog’s marvelous ability to invent images on the spot, with little calculation. The conditions of filming were incredibly restrictive yet for Herzog this is not a severe hindrance but a moderate challenge, a cinematic test that maybe only he could pass. He even talked his way into starting a day early, and built his own 3D rig to do so. Herzog’s late documentaries could be easily pigeon-holed as “minor” when the narratives of something like Fitzcarraldo dwarf the scale of the more modest seeming Cave but they are anything but, and in specific Cave is notable as not just major but in the context of the auteur’s illustrious oeuvre represents a probing into the very essence of Herzog’s life’s work and even the existential nature of working. The permanence of the cave paintings (which, perhaps, in the grand scheme of things are actually transient) symbolically defines the worth of articulating one’s inner self, or in this case “dreams”, which even when seemingly forgotten, have continued to exist, suspended in beautiful perfection with time as patient witness. There is something profound at the core of this film, which could be said for many-a-herzog-film, but moreover it feels as though Cave of Forgotten Dreams is an apex, a manifesto.

In no way is the use of 3D a gimmick. The contours and minute details of the cave are made so vivid and real to us, so as to bring us closer to the paintings, and perhaps even to those responsible for creating it. Certain moments in the film reach a level of profundity as we transcend space and time and if only for passing moments, feel close to people who existed over 30 000 years ago, an idea that Herzog puts forth himself, although cautiously. He is never one to put his faith in the scientific or factual, and doubts the validity of the paintings value in understanding the perception of those who made it. This is something he expresses with the films’ postscript, which involves albino alligators. He uses the limited consciousness of the alligators to remind us of our own limitations, insisting that some things will always remain foreign to us, which is not necessarily a bad thing in Herzog’s cinema. This art, and this film which exposes us to it, can bring us in touch with some sort of essence, a primordial sense of being.

Some may argue that Herzog’s mainstream received documentaries like Grizzly Man, and Encounters at the End of the World are the works of an artist whose once sharp edge has dulled, but I fervently contest such claims when Herzog’s exploration of the human being and the natural world has never ceased in its approach and result. Indeed, I even controversially prefer these films to lauded classics like Aguirre, the Wrath of God. Of course, it is trivial to pick a side when something like Aguirre and Encounters at the End of the World are tackled at similar angles by Herzog’s fascination and employment of his idiosyncratic camera, unmatched in physicality other than by Michael Mann. Cave of Forgotten Dreams may not be among his very best, but such a statement would seem silly considering just how many great films he has made.

Herzog has said, in response to being asked what he would do if he knew he had one day to live, that he would begin another film. It is a clever, almost snarky answer, but from Herzog it is deathly sincere, and it is clear why he means it and is even crystallized by his latest: that although making a film is in part self-satisfying articulation, and in another meant to be seen by others, that in a life, like a cave of forgotten dreams, time is the only necessary audience and to continue to create is paramount to being human.

Among the film’s most fascinating insights is the discovery of how those who created the paintings would use torchlight and shadows, in conjunction with the images, as dramatic tools. One bison, as Herzog points out, is painted with 8 legs, to give it a sense of motion. It is what he refers to as a “proto-cinema”, and indeed all the elements are there, which when considering how old these works are in comparison to the cinema, is startling, and moving. Herzog’s compelling narration permeates the film, but it is most powerful when Herzog remains quiet, and we are left with cinema most pure: light, shadow, images.