The first hour of Martin Scorcese's "Hugo" is among the worst things the great man has ever directed. I don't care how good the Paris train station looks, how eye popping the 3D, how well staged, an homage of early silent comedies chases is, if you don't know any of the participants, all it is is too people you don't care about chasing about. I have had more invested in Itchy and Scratchy.
Hugo is about the same named child who lives in a clock in a Paris train station. His father is dead, his drunken Uncle disappaeraed and as long as he can stay out of the hands of a police inspector (Sacha Baron Cohen -easily his worst work) and keep the stations clock ticking he is safe to rebuilt a mantronome he hopes bears a message from his father.
And for the first hour Hugo (Asa Butterfield) chases spare parts and is chased by a Ben Kingsley portrayed toy repairman and his God- daughter, an astonishingly irritating Chloe Moretz.
In the second half the plot kicks into gear and despite the self-evident truth that tqo minutes of Buster Keaton are worth every second of this stuff, the parts where Scorcese recreates the movie trickery of the old silent movies (the toy maker is a forgotten movie director of the silent era) nearly makes this unwieldy, boring piece of crap worth watching. No child in its right mind would go within a million miles of this stinker.
The music is all background except for some silent picture era piano and some subtle movie musical parody.
Movie: C
Music: C