Three stars. Rated PG, for mild dramatic intensity
By Derrick Bang
This one’s a head-scratcher.
It’s important to note that The Red Turtle is only sponsored by Japan’s Studio Ghibli; the
film is directed and co-written by Dutch animator Michaël Dudok de Wit. Thus,
the style and palette are nothing like the vibrant, watercolor fantasies made
famous by Ghibli’s Hayao Miyazaki; the texture and atmosphere here are much
more subdued, and the detail work is noticeably sub-par.
Indeed, Dudok de Wit’s figure
composition strongly evokes the Tintin
works of Belgian cartoonist Hergé (Georges Remi).
It’s essential to fall in love
with the look of The Red Turtle — not
an easy task — because that’s the film’s primary allure. Dudok de Wit is concerned
primarily with mood and appearance; the actual narrative — which is exasperatingly
vague — is of lesser consequence.
There’s also no dialog: none at
all, aside from a few shouted protests or wordless exclamations of concern.
Everything in this 80-minute film is conveyed via context, inference and body
language. While Dudok de Wit can be congratulated for the occasional plot
points that do emerge, solely via
visuals, this technique does contribute to a tedious viewing experience.
The film’s numerous accolades and
Academy Award nomination notwithstanding, I can’t see it becoming a much-viewed
classic.
The story begins as a lone man is
washed ashore on a deserted island. We never get his name, nor do we learn
anything about him, aside from the reasonable survival skills that suggest he’s
a sailor. Of the circumstances that dumped him into the ocean, we know nothing.
The partially forested island
provides sufficient food and fresh water; the man quickly sets about
constructing a raft from downed tree wood. But his effort to sail beyond a
surrounding reef is scuttled when some large, unseen, undersea something whomps against the raft and
scatters it into scores of pieces.
Undeterred, the man builds
another raft, and tries again. Same result.
Something doesn’t want him to
leave. Something in the sea? The spirit of the island itself?
Get used to such questions,
because this film is full of them. None gets answered.

