Shutter to Think
Shutter Island Directed by Martin Scorsese
Runtime: 138 min.
WHY IS MARTIN SCORSESE using CGI cadavers, mountain cliffs and rainstorms in Shutter Island? Before he became resident window-dresser for the Leonardo DiCaprio boutique, Scorsese looked like an artist. Now, every film he has directed since hitching himself to DiCaprio has been overweening (Gangs of New York), purposeless (The Aviator) and unoriginal (The Departed).Those problems also wreck Shutter Island, a combo horror film/Hollywood pastiche, starring DiCaprio as Teddy Daniels, a very nervous WWII vet turned Federal Marshal. Since Leo is introduced with vomiting, this star vehicle deserves a grindhouse title: Shudder Island.
In the early 1950s, Daniels investigates the disappearance of a patient at an islandbased hospital for the criminally insane. With his partner (Mark Ruffalo), Daniels encounters creepy prison guards, inmates and seemingly mad-scientist psychiatrists (Ben Kingsley, Max von Sydow). Scorsese piles on insanity: Daniels periodic flashbacks to the Dachau death camp, then ghostly visions of his wife (Michelle Williams) who died mysteriouslybut gruesomelyduring peace time.
Victim of at least two holocausts, Daniels undergoes haunted-house trauma in a slow, relentless, bug-eyed manner (DiCaprio acts both hypersensitive and sadistic, as if auditioning for Michael Haneke) while Scorsese treats the audience like rats in a CGI maze.Wherever the narrative is going, it barely comes to a point. Narrative illogical results from Scorsese indulging his inner movie brat; he trivializes history, yearning to become another Inglourious Basterd. As incredulity shifts into absurdity then repulsion then hopelessness, Shutter Island respectively salutes specific cinematic figureheads:Val Lewton for the heebie-jeebies, Sam Fuller for the topical tension, Roman Polanski for the demonic and, of course, Kubrick for a nihilistic finish. After The Lovely Bones, heres yet another movie full of corpses meant to be entertaining.
What happened to the filmmaker once so attuned to his characters cultural experiences that Pauline Kael was moved in her review of Taxi Driver to exclaim: Scorsese is just naturally an expressionist? Shutter Island fails a deliberate attempt at horrormovie expressionism, yet this isnt Scorseses first go at the genre. After Hours (1985) was similarly dour and hopeless. Bringing Out the Dead (1999, Scorseses last decent film) successfully blended personal hysteria with big-city realism. Both urban nightmares connected to Scorseses knack for the New York City fantastic. His singular gift for ethnic authenticity and pop stylishness gave genuine power to Whos That Knocking at My Door, Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, even Alice Doesnt Live Here Anymore.
When Scorsese took over the 1991 remake of Cape Fear, he was in full moviebrat glory and delivered an amazingly visceral, urgent take on the millenniums social, sexual and religious confusion. In spired characterizations by De Niro, Nolte, Jessica Lange and Juliette Lewis elevated Cape Fear into a sensational thriller Elia Kazan might have made. But since then, Scorseses touch has turned merely extravagant (and hes miscast DiCaprio in each collaboration).
Shutter Island is a perfect example of Hollywood excess: It demonstrates a oncesignificant filmmaker decaying into a bigbudget, poorly-motivated hack. Its story could have been told better if it were cheaper and shorter. But Scorsese has found himself flummoxed: cosseting Di- Caprio, a genuine box-office attraction, as if expressing his own private concerns. But where Lewton, Fuller, Polanski and Kubrick were visualizing their personal issues, beatnik and hippie-era Scorsese stays emotionally distant from the WWII and the House Un-American Activities Committee crises that haunt Teddy Daniels.
Its exasperatingand tastelessfor Shutter Island to pile concentration camp atrocities on top of medical and penal institution outrages, then bring in marital psychosis, mass murder and infanticide. Screenwriter Laeta Kalogridis interjects a couple of speeches about violence (You are men of violence; God gave us violence) which ring hollow in the work of a director who exulted in violence to expose macho anarchy. Its a weak way to address the 20th-centurys horror, and Shutter Island itself makes a paltry metaphor for whats gone wrong with modernity.
When Daniels argues about moral order to a fiendish guard (Ted Levine, who also played serial killer Jame Gumb in The Silence of the Lambs), its just another of Scorseses altar boy hiccups.The scene of Daniels and his squad slaughtering a troop of Nazi P.O.W.sstaged entirely without feeling, as if boomer Scorsese had no consciousness of even the My Lai Massacremakes it clear that hes simply laying out clichés. Personal feeling has gone out of his filmmaking.
The time has come to ask Scorsese to move on: Perhaps become a producer and lend other, hungrier filmmakers the benefit of his vast cinematic knowledge and technical enthusiasm. Hes less attuned to the 1950s than Nazi-junkie fantasist Tarantino was to the 40s. As an artifact of the boomer generations imagination ruled by the Bomb, Communism, Social Welfare and Sexual Revolutionin the form of enigmatic, elusive, predatory femalesShutter Island is remote and formulaic. Not even tough enough to embarrass Tarantinos glib take on history, Shutter Island suggests Scorsese has no reason to make movies other than relieving boredom.