Signe Baumane used to work for me, as art supervisor on "I Married a Strange Person" and "Mutant Aliens", and now she's a wonderful filmmaker in her own right. Her animated feature "Rocks in My Pockets" was released last year, and is still playing at festivals and colleges. I recently read her review of Michael Dudok De Wit's new animated feature "The Red Turtle", a film I haven't seen yet - and review is so perceptive and well-written, I wanted to share it with my followers. So, with her permission, here it is:
Comprehending Metaphors of "The Red Turtle"
I watch most animated films, shorts or features, from the point of
view of an animator who works with 2-D images and deeply roots for the
revival of the mainstream public's respect and love for drawn animation.
The question that has been asked since around 2000 – "Is 2-D animation
dead?” irritates me. Children will always draw because the act of
drawing is an active act of comprehending the world and they will always
want to see their drawings move. As an adult one draws because it is an
immediate, direct translation of a thought. To put those drawings in an
animated movement is to share with other people the inner life of one's
mind. To make a 3D image, on the other hand, one has to plan and plot
ahead, so it is not as direct and immediate as drawing, but it is
satisfying for an audience as it realistically represents an imaginary
world.
SPOILER ALERT! See "The Red Turtle" before continuing to read!
It was hard for me to not view "The Red Turtle" in the context of 2-D
animators' struggles, as it brought to the surface this pressing
question – "What is 2-D animation the most effective at doing?" The
film simultaneously fails and succeeds at making a case for why 2-D
animation is great.
Let's start with its premise. In a storm, a
man gets thrown on the beach of a faraway island. He tries to get away
from the island on a flimsy raft, but each time, the raft is destroyed
by some unseen living force from below. On his third try, he sees that
it’s a huge red turtle.
Back on the island, he is still seething
when he sees the turtle climb on the beach. In a fury, the man grabs a
bamboo stick and bangs the turtle on its head, turns it over on its back
and lets it die. Once the turtle is dead, it turns into a beautiful
sleeping woman, who eventually wakes up to have sex with the man and
bears him a child.
At this point in the film, you understand that this semi-realistic
depiction of the man and the island is actually an aspiring metaphor for
coupledom. One thing you should know about me – I love metaphors. They
are short-cuts to a deeper meaning of life events, and they can be
understood on the intuitive level, bypassing the rationale of a logical
mind.
The director's (
Michael Dudok de Wit) Oscar-winning short,
"Father and Daughter" is
one of the finest examples of such an approach – the story about a
daughter's life-long waiting for her father touched my deepest emotions
without me understanding how it got there. "The Red Turtle", on the
other hand, left me emotionally uninvolved. Maybe because putting most
of the story weight on a metaphor doesn't work in a feature length
format? A 90 minute film requires some connection between its audience
and the film's characters. Watching "The Red Turtle", I was given no
slightest idea about the psychology or motivations of the main
character. I couldn’t feel for the man, because I didn't know who he
was, nor where he was coming from, so I was unsympathetic to his
attempts to get away from the island. Him hitting the turtle turned me
off completely. When the metaphor finally revealed itself I was cold to
its charms.
On the other hand I noted a tension between the film being a
fairy-tale metaphor with surreal elements (a dead turtle turns into a
woman) and its aspirations being realistic. The tension became obvious to
me when the man and the turtle-woman started to live together and had
only one child. One would realistically expect that a man and a woman
living on a deserted island without contraceptives would have at least
12 - 16 offspring. "Did they have sex only once?" - I couldn't help but
ponder. "Or he is pulling out?" But that thought was a distraction,
caused by the film's desire to ground the metaphor in physical reality.
It
was obvious that the artists did a thorough visual research on plants
and animals, but I wished for more surreal images, characters and
environments. The attempts to realistically translate the beauty of an
exotic island into 2D images fell flat on me. 2-D animation will never
be as good as amazing National Geographic documentary footage, or the
animated 3-D depiction of the Amazon rain forest in
"Rio".
To try to achieve that in 2-D is, in my opinion, futile and
ridiculous. It also distracted from what the film really was - a
metaphor. 2-D is better at something else. Early in the film, the man
had three short dreams – each of them surreal, imaginative, symbolic,
moody and powerful. It charged me with the hope of what the film could
be, but the man always woke up and we were back on the island that was
trying to imitate 3-D.
Effectively, "The Red Turtle" uses no dialogue, it is one of the
film's strengths. I love when ideas can be communicated without
language. I also found using shadows very effective.
After the man
couples up with the turtle-woman, the film slides into a cliché. They
get a child. The child grows up. He wants to discover the world and
leaves the island. His parents drift into old age and eventually the man
peacefully dies from being too old to live. Now we get a twist in this
coupledom metaphor: after the man dies, the old woman turns into a red
turtle and goes back into the water of the Ocean. This is a comment on
womanhood: womanhood is eternal, mysterious force that outlives men.
The film seems to say: Women are mythical creatures - animals that
are able to briefly become human. I am sorry to say that in 2016 such
views/metaphors don't do any good to us, women trying to achieve equal
place in society. Women are human 24 hours every day of our lives, and,
just like men, we feel pain and can die and be killed. Idolizing
womanhood is just as belittling as judging women on their looks.
The
more fitting metaphor of 2016 is a female protagonist who, after
navigating challenges in a maze, finds herself facing the
blood thirsty Minotaur.
You can read other reviews and updates about Signe and the film she's making now at:
http://www.signebaumane.com/blog/
--Bill Plympton