betwixt and between
by Douglas Messerli
Vanessa Taylor and Guillermo del Toro (screenplay),
Guillermo del Toro (director) The Shape
of Water / 2017
It is the early 1960s in Baltimore, at the time still
somewhat segregated, and, like the rest of the nation, a city very much
involved in the Cold War, in heavy competition with the Soviet Union in what
authorities characterized as a battle for military and scientific superiority.
These very real issues are simply the backdrop, played out in rather
stereotypical terms, for Guillermo del Toro’s sci-fi based fantasy, The Shape of Water. Del Toro’s film
replaces the military heroes of the day who typically attempted to eradicate
outsiders in sci-fi films such as The Day
the Earth Stood Still (1951) and well-intentioned but intruding scientists
such as those in The Creature from the
Black Lagoon (1954) with
everyday figures—in this case an elderly gay advertising illustrator, a mute
working woman, and her black cleaning-woman friend—who side with the monster
and work together to undermine the power of both the military and scientific
work, both now brutal forces at work to control the world.
I also have
always felt that the early 1960s represented some of the most repressive
periods of 20th century history (despite even McCarthy’s terrible attempts to
control thinking in the 1950s) and have written about it throughout my My Year volumes.
Yet, I somehow
resent del Toro’s presentation of suburban living of the period, particularly
as represented by the villain, Colonel Richard Strickland’s (Michael Shannon)
family. It’s difficult, at times, to see Strickland as the despicable villain
he is meant to be—although Shannon does a remarkably credible performance—given
that this man, who would literally prefer an America as a terribly “strict
land,” is presented as such a stick figure of complete consumer capitalism,
including his purchase of a brand-new Thiel colored Cadillac.
As a
counterweight to his simplistically constructed villains, however, the director
infuses his everyday heroes with deeper complexity. The mute worker, Elisa
Esposito (Sally Hawkins) is given a complex background as a foundling with
strange markings on her neck (perhaps suggesting some sort of violence in her
childhood, which has also resulted in her inability to speak). Elisa, who
fortunately can still hear and communicate through sign language, lives a rather
delimited life—she rises early to get to her cleaning job at a government
installation somewhere near Baltimore—but enrichens her hard-working life by
taking care of her neighbor, Giles (Richard Jenkins), who has recently lost his
job as an illustrator, who shares with her a life-long love of old movie
musicals. Jenkins, worried about old age and the natural decay of his body, has
some of the movie’s best lines including his early advice:
Giles: Oh! God, to be young and beautiful. If I could go
back.
[Elisa Nods]
Giles: to when I was 18—I didn’t anything about anything—I’d
give myself a bit of advice.
Elisa: [in sign
language] What would you say?
Giles: I would say: Take better care of your teeth and fuck,
a lot more.
[Elisa smiles and
gently nudges him]
Giles: Oh no, no, that’s very good advice.
The third of this trio, Zelda (Olivia Spencer), is similarly just as
hard-working as Elisa, but also must cope at home with a lazy, non-working
husband; she also translates for Elisa at the office and stands by her friend,
holding a place in line for the check-in even when Elisa arrives late.
Each of the
figures, unlike most of the rest of the secret research staff, share empathy
and kindness.
On the day in
which the film begins, Strickland has brought in a strange container which
holds an aquatic monster (Doug Jones) he has discovered in the Amazon, and whom
he has tortured with a cattle prod on their trip back to Maryland. The
“monster” has gills and a beautiful and colorful coat of scales, and stands,
when not swimming, on his hind feet in a human-like stance.
Other scientists,
such as Robert Hoffstetler (the excellent Michael Stuhlbarg) want to study the
beast and discover what he might reveal about survival which could help travels
in space or simply in difficult environments, Hoffstetler, particularly,
because he is also a Russian spy, and hopes to reveal what he discovers to the
Soviets.
But Strickland
warns that the gibberish speaking beast is not at all like a human made in the
image of God and hopes to simply kill the thing the local natives see as a god,
vivisecting him to discover how he is put together. A visiting general agrees.
Meanwhile, Strickland, who continues to
torture the beast, suddenly loses two fingers as the beast strikes back, and,
after bleeding profusely, calls in the two women to clean up his blood. In the
process, Elisa views the monster through a glass panel and becomes fascinated
with him; the monster himself seems transfixed by her, and they longingly stare
at one another, recognizing something neither the military or scientific men
have perceived.
Before long, the
two have formed an attachment, she bringing him eggs and signing the word for
them, he quickly learning and communicating back the image. And when she
accidently overhears a discussion of the higher-up’s plans for him, she becomes
determined to kidnap to save him.
Giles, however,
attempts to dissuade her, but she will not bend, explaining her friendship with
the water-living beast:
Giles: [interpreting Elisa] When he looks at me, the way he
looks at me... He does not know, what I lack... Or—how—I am incomplete. He sees
me, for what I—am, as I am. He's happy—to see me. Every time. Every day. Now, I
can either save him... or let him die.
A still reticent
Giles finally gives in, as they plan for him to drive the get-away truck. The
plan nearly backfires until, seeing what they are up too, Hoffstetler steps in,
killing the guard who has stopped Giles’ truck. Hoffstetler also briefly blows
a circuit board long enough for them to make a getaway. His acts will
eventually cost him his life, but once again, del Toro suggests that even as a
Soviet spy, he too is a kind of unsung hero. Outsiders are the ones who achieve
the impossible in this film.
By this
time, most of the audience perceives where this is going, as Elisa falls in
love with the beast she keeps in her bathtub—at one point even flooding the
bathroom in order to swim with the aquatic creature in the nude, as the two
make love. It may be a difficult to swallow this inter-species sexual ritual,
but by this time del Toro has taken his fantasy into such extravagant territory
that it almost reads as a cartoon; and, after all, the Creature of the Black
Lagoon had his Rita, and King Kong his miniature Fay Wray!
Like the Coen brothers' No
Country for Old Men’s Anton Chigurh, Strickland, after first dismissing the
idea that the “women wash up piss” could have possibly achieved such a
miraculous kidnapping, he soon tortures a dying Hoffstetler and discovers the
truth, ready to take out his revenge on Zelda before discovering through
Zelda’s timid husband, where the beast is now housed.
Warned by Zelda
that Strickland is on his way, Elisa and Giles attempt to rush her beloved
“friend” to the docks, which now filled with rain,” will be open to the ocean
beyond.
For once I’ll
spare the reader from a complete revelation of the remaining story. Let’s just
say if we’ve already gone beyond the credulity of most fantasies, we move even
further into pure cartoonish bathos Warned by Zelda that Strickland is on his way, Elisa and Giles attempt to rush her beloved “friend” to the docks, which now filled with rain,” will be open to the ocean beyond.
For once I’ll spare the reader from a complete revelation of the remaining story. Let’s just say if we’ve already gone beyond the credulity of most fantasies, we move even further into pure cartoonish bathos, in which a human being finally transcends her bodily ties becoming one with the myth.
If del Toro’s cinematographer, Dan
Laustsen, beautifully captures the colors and, yes, even shapes of water
throughout, costume designer Luis Sequeira deserves a special place in heaven
for the creature’s diaphanous scales, and Alexandre Desplat’s music, as always,
is a delight, I, nonetheless, am not as enthused by del Toro’s kind of fantasy.
The director always seems to have one foot in the real world and other in the
fantastical, making it difficult to comprehend his notions—always at the heart
of his films—of good and evil. It appears that in a typical del Toro film, the
evil is always the real world (or, at least, his facsimile, equally
fantastical, of the real world), while the fantasy world is inherently defined
as not only “good,” but preferable and better. In del Toro’s vision, it
appears, there are no simultaneities, no inscrutable realms wherein good and
evil might overlay each other and in which there are simply no easy answers.
The imagination is always good, while reality is always bad, which makes our
lives, I would argue, as impossible to comprehend or even meaningless, unless we
are dreaming.
These comments
may be strange, indeed, coming from a writer who often scoffs at realist drama.
But the problem, I would argue, is that del Toro’s work, like Gabriel García Marquez’s and other magic realists, lies in a
world that is never truly honest, existing as it does betwixt and between.
Lovely as the fantastical stories del Toro tells, they don’t truly have much to
tell us about our own much messier and complex lives.
As several of my
friends responded, but “I want to believe in such a world.” And I respect that.
But over the years I have grown doubtful of religion or myths, and this one
particularly does little to satisfy any desire for any mystical order one might
have sought. Even García Marquez’s earth-eating survivors, despite their ability
to escape the patriarchal society in which they live, seem to have more
humanity.
Los Angeles, February 12, 2018
Reprinted from World
Cinema Review (February 2018).