Hugo
The pace of this magnetic, beautiful, resonant film is so agonizingly slow that everything that happens seems completely predictable.
It also seems criminally naive to blame Melies disheartened retirement on disinterested postwar audiences rather than on his being repeatedly raped into bankruptcy by the thieving Thomas Alva Edison and defective international copyright law designed to canonize plagiarists and obliterate originators.
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