This morning, I’m watching Martin Scorsese’s “The Aviator” for the umpteenth time. It’s one of my all time favorites, and not just for the reason that I’ve always been kind of a fanboy of Scorsese and Leonardo DiCaprio. This was a film that was robbed of the Academy Award, and with how brilliantly Leo portrayed Howard Hughes, this should have been his golden ticket.
In any case, I enjoy the film for a multitude of reasons. The look and feel of it is something straight out of the desired era itself, without seeming too forced by modern Hollywood movie magic. The acting is superb on all accounts and uses a wide range of actors and actresses that were outside of Scorsese’s normal go-to favorites. But I think the aspect of the film that I enjoy the most is it’s length and progression. Martin has made some of the finest films in cinematic history, there’s no getting around that. Most of these films (Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Goodfellas, Casino, The Departed, The Wolf of Wall Street) all revolve around a main character or characters who rise swiftly to the top of the world, and then fall sharply into decline , with a no winner declared type finale. In “The Aviator,” we see quite the opposite. Howard Hughes was a madman, a deranged and flawed and brilliant individual, who frequently succumbed to the worldly fears of his mother. Unlike the characters in other Scorsese films however, Hughes attains a happy medium of his faults and his achievements, ultimately leaving the viewer with a content feeling by the credit roll.
If biopics, period pieces, or quality films in general are your thing, or forte, or fancy, I couldn’t possibly recommend a finer movie. You’ll be wowed, dazzled, and transported into an evolving era where the world was finally coming into its own and making discoveries on a clockwork basis.