Hugo: We’ll shove our metaphors down your throat through your eyes.
Hugo: Frenchifying Dickens because it’s prettier that way. (Don’t worry–everyone still talks British!)
Hugo: Orphans are sad, but old men who never got recognized for their filmmaking are sadder.
Hugo: People want to work, but they don’t want to be cogs in a machine, except they sort of do, because machines are cool. Whatever. MOVIES.
Hugo: We Make Your Dreams, So Thank Us. (No, Seriously.)
Hugo: The Robot Totally Doesn’t Matter.
Hugo: We made the girl a writer at the very last second because writing (like her) is an afterthought.
Hugo: Dogs Are Inconvenient.
Hugo: Did you ever hear that story about the first moviegoers who saw a train coming toward them and screamed? It’s neat.
Hugo: Turns out the girl was an extra part. Oops.
Hugo: Victor, H.G. and Jules agree: “all of the steampunk, none of the calories!”
Hugo: Yes, that is Sacha Baron Cohen. And yes, you do have lots of time to think about that, because not a whole lot is happening.
HUGO: We have really beautiful shots and want to tell you how we got them, because that is the interesting part.
Hugo: The tragedy of how film was melted down, not for important war purposes, but FOR HIGH-HEELED SHOES FOR VAIN WOMEN.
Hugo: Not Acting. Reenacting
Hugo: An undocumented worker with two jobs risks arrest to repair an old man’s mythically bruised ego.
Hugo: nine hundred shots of gears, ninety shots of blue eyes, nine minutes of story. 9-9-9!!
Hugo: Don’t Let Film Die Another Death Just Because We’re In Another War.
Hugo: Go for beautiful steampunk cinematography, stay for Martin Scorsese’s Song of Himself.
Hugo: The Death of Self-Referential Art.
Hugo: War Veteran Orphans Are The Bad Guys.
Hugo: Old Movies Are Better Than New Movies.