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HUGO : THE INVENTION OF DREAMS

HUGO directed by Martin Scorsese (USA, 2011)

It’s a sign of the times that two films in contention for this year’s Oscars are essentially reminders of the magic of cinema and its power to help us visualise our dreams.

The Artist is a film by a French director in awe of the glamour of Hollywood while Hugo is a film by an American director set in Paris with a predominantly European perspective.

This is Scorsese’s first exploration of 3D and while this enhances its visual impact, the film is essentially an old-fashioned story of finding your place in the world and staying true to your beliefs.

In many ways, it is a celebration of escapism with the moral of the tale being that our fantasies only come true if we work hard to preserve them.

The missing part to a broken robot (automaton) is a heart-shaped key – symbolising that technical precision is nothing without an emotional component.

Scorsese’s Anglophile tendencies are evident from the fact that he has chosen a strong cast of mostly British actors including Asa Butterfield as Hugo, Jude Law as his father, Ben Kingsley as George Méliès and Christopher Lee as the bookshop owner. Chloë Grace Moretz as  Méliès’s god-daughter Isabelle and Michael Stuhbarg as the film historian are the only American actors in leading roles.

Sacha Baron Cohen’s comic turn as Inspector Gustav is like a cross between John Cleese’s Monty Python satires of pompous officials and Peter Sellers’ bumbling Inspector Jacques Clouseau with a similarly vague grasp of the English language (“are they smelly flowers”).

Intertextuality is always a feature of Scorsese movies and the nods to other movies are numerous in Hugo. The scene of the boy dicing with death by clinging to the hands of the railway station clock is obviously inspired by Harold Lloyd’s Safety Last (1923) which Hugo and Isabelle have seen together after sneaking into a cinema.

The scene perhaps also references the winding of the giant clock in Metropolis; the automaton also reminds you of the android Maschinenmench from Fritz lang’s 1927 movie.

There are also cinematic references to Hitchcock with Rear Window style voyeurism chases up staircases which made me think of Psycho and the bell tower sequences in Vertigo. I’m sure movie buffs will find more connections.

Central to the story is also the appreciation of Méliès visionary films in the early 1900s, particularly Le Voyage Dans La Lune (1902). Scorsese’s reverence for the Frenchman’s innovative work is obvious and the biographical details of him are quite accurate.

Alongside the cinematic allusions, there are also literary analogies, mainly to Charles Dickens. Isabelle refers to David Copperfield as one of her favourite books, Ray Winstone is very Dickensian as Hugo’s alcoholic Uncle and the orphans live in constant fear of being taken off to the workhouse.

Isabelle’s love of reading mirrors Hugo’s fascination for cinema. She likes to show off her wide vocabulary and so delights in using words she has learnt like “steadfast”,  “covert” and “panache”.  She has been brought up to find dreams in books while Hugo’s father introduced him to the wonder of movies at an early age.

Scorsese’s movie is based on American author Brian Selznick‘s 2007 illustrated children’s novel The Invention of Hugo Cabret but to think of it just as a kid’s film is misleading and I can’t see it being a major box office hit in these terms.

The Artist and Hugo hark back to the silent era of moviemaking. They remind us that the early cinematic greats were no less inventive and imaginative even though they had none of the modern technical and technological trickery. Both movies evoke a simpler age when the burdens of war, recession, man-made and natural disasters could be borne more easily because of an innate belief that hope and goodness would prevail.

“Come and dream with me” invites George Méliès and he ultimately realises that happy endings don’t just happen in the movies.

I’m not sure I entirely share this optimistic message but it never hurts to dream.

Despite the triumphant eight hour version of Bleak House in 2005, there was talk of the BBC cutting back on costume dramas and putting Charles Dickens adaptations on hold.

Thankfully, there seems to have been a rethink at Broadcasting House and so we were treated to a marvellous three part version of Great Expectations over Christmas and can look forward to The Mystery of Edwin Drood soon.

The BBC is to Dickens what Fox television is to reactionary journalism and the festive period is the ideal time of year to watch these dramas.

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Mister Pip is a modern-day fable in which a gentle human drama is sabotaged by the horror and brutality of war. Despite a shocking, and unnecessarily gruesome, finale, it is ultimately a compassionate story of hope.

The story is told from the perspective of Matilda, a black girl who is 13-years-old at the start of the novel. She lives on an unnamed pacific island cut off by war,

We learn little or nothing about the background to the conflict save that the natives live in constant fear of the Redskins whose level of danger rises in direct proportion to the amount of ‘jungle juice’ these ‘Rambos’ have consumed.

The real life backdrop is a ‘hidden’ civil war on Bougainville Island of Papua New Guinea in the 1990s which the New Zealand born author covered as a journalist.

Matilda’s father has narrowly escaped the blockade to look for work in Australia so she is left alone with her god-fearing and ,at times, overbearing mother, Dolores.

The window which shows that another world  is possible comes from Mr Watt, the only white man on the island, who takes on the role of a teacher even though he doesn’t really have anything to teach apart from a deep love of literature and of Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations in particular. Continue reading

UNDER THE STARS WITH POLLY JEAN

Pj Harvey at Ferrara

Polly Jean Harvey‘s long-awaited show as part of Ferrara’s annual ‘Sotto le Stelle’ (under the stars) summer season of outdoor concerts is her only date in Italy this year. I was there to swoon and croon (sotto voce!).

The last time I saw her in concert was in 1992 as support to Family Cat in a small club in Camden Town just before the release of her debut album, Dry. Then she was shy yet assertive and while she still has the same self-contained detachment all these years on she has matured into an assured and charismatic performer. She has a real stage presence and has developed this cool way of starting some songs from the back of the stage and then walking slowly forward to the microphone.

She is still a woman of few words and speaks only at the end to introduce her three-man band and to say “Thank you for listening”.

Why should we care as the music speaks volumes and she really inhabits her songs. And what songs! Her last album, Let England Shake, already has the status of a modern classic so it was a privilege to hear all the tracks played live (for good measure she also threw in the b-side The Big Guns Called Me Back Again)

Some, like On Battleship Hill and Written on the Forehead, sounded even better live although The Colour of the Earth, with Mick Harvey (no relation) on vocals, still sounds like the weakest track and makes a lame song to close with.

England (the song) also died a death due to a lousy sound system with rumbling bass notes which plagued the whole show . PJ and band definitely need a better team of technicians; the two guys who tuned the instruments looked like zombies and tried to look purposeful with their gaffer tape but gave the impression they were just pretending to know what they were doing. If Polly was frustrated by these problems, she didn’t show it; she was a model of calmness and serenity throughout. Continue reading

BEST BLEAK BONNETS

The BBC are currently moving away from the so-called ‘bonnet drama’ of classic British authors like Jane Austin and Anthony Trollope.

The loss is nobody’s gain since these costume dramas based on classic novels  represent the Beeb at its best and also offer the chance to marvel at the wealth of acting talent in the UK.

This short-sighted policy means that audiences will be denied towering works like Bleak House, adapted by Andrew Davies, which was produced before the policy change. I missed this when it came out in 2005 but have just consumed in three nights on dvd.

Ironically though, in this case it is an American actress , Gillian (‘X-Files’) Anderson, as Lady Dedlock who all but steals the show as the proud and ambitious wife of Sir Leicester Delock whose shady past comes back to haunt her. Her marvellous performance is a study of elegant poise as her world slowly crumbles.

Phil Davis as Smallweed ("Shake me up, Judy!")

But she is just one of a quite exceptional cast  including Charles Dance (as the sinister Mr Tulkinghorn), Alun Armstrong (as the indefatigable Inspector Bucket), Denis Lawson (as the good-natured John Jarndyce), Burn Gorman (as the gormless Guppy), Johnny Vegas (as the squalid Krook) , Anna Maxwell-Martin (as the prudent and self-denying Ester Sommerson ) and, my favourite, Phil Davis (as the grotesque Smallweed).

It is just about the best adaptation of a Charles Dickens novel I have ever seen. It even tops David Lean’s brilliant movies of  Great Expectations and Oliver Twist mainly because, with a running time of 8 hours, the BBC production is able to do justice to the rich tapestry of the novel.  Being divided into half hour episodes also allows it to recreate the cliffhanger endings that were a feature of the novel’s first publication in monthly instalments.

Bring back the bonnets, I say!

Related links:
The Secrets and Lies behind Phil Davis (Sunday Times)
BBC drama is going down-market, says Andrew Davies (The Guardian)