I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you of know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. – Hugo Cabret
At first your imagination is invited to dance by mesmerizing scenes of a 1930’s Paris train station, idyllic cafes, flower stands, and intricate clock towers with breathtaking views. Then you meet a charming, orphan boy, with magic eyes, who is searching for answers and hope after losing his father. Along the way he helps to bring color back into the lives of others as they reclaim their lost dreams.
I hate movies like this, I said to my husband, as a few little tears rolled down my cheek, movies about the great beauty of purpose and connectedness in tales full of oddities and adventure.
Except, I don’t hate them at all, you knew that.
Because the story they tell is my favorite kind, about a world rich in wonder and hope, a reminder that within each of us lives a gift waiting to make the world brighter and more beautiful. And there is struggle, there absolutely is, but that makes the ending even sweeter, because nothing great ever happened without a cost.
And the best part? This story belongs to us all, if only we dare to believe.
Have you seen it? What is your favorite kind of story?
Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do... Maybe it's the same with people. If you lose your purpose... it's like you're broken. – Hugo