Dir: Michaël Dudok de Wit
2016
*****
The Red Turtle is an astonishing work of
minamalisum, craftsmanship and heaps of symbolisum. I think the story can be
interpreted in many different ways but personally I saw it as something of a
life guide. The film beguins with an unnamed man, drifting at sea, clambering
for life, during a furiocious storm. He awakes shipwrecked and alone on a
deserted island in the middle of no where, with only the clothes on his body.
After exploring the beautifully hand-painted island, he decides to build a
raft, figuring that he holds a much better chance of survival back at sea. Each
attempt is scuppered, thanks to the titular Red Turtle, who sinks his raft time
after time until he gives up. Infuriated, the man kills the turtle when back on
land. Filled with remorse and regret, the man lays next to the body of the
turtle and falls asleep, only to discover that the turtle has turned into a
women the next morning. The pair live on the island happily ever after and even
have a child, the possible meaning to it all really is open to interpretation.
Is the secret of happiness confronting and living with one’s remorse? Does the
Red Turtle symbolise one’s purpose, a reminder that the pursuit of what is
futile is just that, futile. Is it a cautionary tale? Why is the Turtle Red? Is
it an environmental warning? So many questions, one could get a
little lost by the possibilities. However, as existential as it is (and I
generally dislike existentialism), I found it to be
remarkably meditative and therapeutic.
Its compositions make great use of negative space, making a viewing
it on the small screen feel as if you are watching it at the cinema (I can only
imagine how wonderful the big screen experience would have been). The film is
free from dialogue too, making it about as universal as it gets. Its
transcendental wonder will captivate everyone, even the ones who are totally
lost by the strange and basic plot. There is a calming balance about the film
that is impossible to resist, that I’m sure is integral to the overall aim of
the story. Our protagonist is constantly engulfed by the sea, the land and
the forest, and goes through all of life’s cycles. He is observed by four
curious crabs who, like us, are transfixed by his actions, as well as adding a
very slight and welcome injection of humour. It is Robin-ZEN Crusoe, not at all
about surviving, but about living. I don’t think there is a direct allegory at
play here, if there is then it is more than a little elusive but I really don’t
think it matters anyway, it is easy to follow and I think I get the gist of
what writer/animator Michaël Dudok de Wit means to convey. Fans of Studio
Ghibli certainly won’t be disappointed, although this is co-production (the
mother of all you could say) between Ghibli and Wild Bunch. Hayao Miyazaki actually
invited Vincent Maraval, head of Wild Bunch, over to visit him at Studio Ghibli
head quarters in Japan, specifically to ask him to find the director of 2000’s
Father and Daughter, a short film he had fallen in love with. Miyazaki asked de
Wit if he could distribute his early short film and if if he could make a
feature for them. He agreed to the first but questioned the second, believing
that he had misunderstood or that there was a translation error, not quite
believing his luck. This is Michaël Dudok de Wit’s debut feature, without
Miyazaki he may not have ever had the chance, so The Red Turtle represents a
very exciting time in animated movies, and with Miyazaki coming in and out of
retirement, Studio Ghibli really does need to expand and branch out if it is to
survive and grow. The attention, cultivation and eventual success of The Red
Turtle is a great thing for this type of animated venture. Pixar, Disney and
Dreamworks still hold the monopoly and studios like Ghibli are fighting the
good fight from the other side of the fence. People clearly like both styles of
animation, so it is about time they received level pegging.
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