Thursday, March 15, 2012

Hugo and My Sewing Machine

I delayed posting this review but I didn't want to forgot to tell you, Mike and I went to see Hugo last week-end.  Have you seen it?  It is a Martin Scorsese film but absolutely family friendly.  I know! Who would've thought?  It is high tech and very cool.  It is touching and sweet.  It is exciting and action-packed.  Mike and I both really liked it.

The premise is a young boy becomes orphaned but manages to live in a Paris train station.  He takes over taking care of the giant clocks when his drunk uncle doesn't come back to work.  Hugo is very good at fixing broken mechanical things and gets satisfaction from having a purpose in life.  That lesson, a reminder that having a purpose brings joy, is worth the price of a movie ticket!

During the course of the film you will learn things about Paris, train stations, people, and early movies.  You may also become more fascinated with mechanics.  That sounds weird, I know, but this movie will make you really respect all that goes into the making of machines.

I happened to need to oil my sewing machine the day after I saw this movie.  I started really noticing all the parts and pieces that work together to help me sew a seam!



 This particular sewing machine was my Mom's before it became mine.  All those parts have been working together for about 40 years!



My Mom sewed professionally so many, many people wore clothes prepared on this machine.   I've often thought of my Mom's skills and creative talents that went into all those clothes, including men's tailored suits, lingerie, formals and even my own wedding dress.  I don't believe I've ever pondered all the parts of the sewing machine, though.


Of course the movie isn't really just about machines.  It is about our need for one another, the strength of the human spirit, the creative drive and so much more!  I hope you will get a chance to see it and if you do, let me know what you think.




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