While I've longed respected the career work of Pan's Labyrinth director, Guillermo del Toro, somehow his films have always failed to resonate with me. But after catching an early screening for the filmmaker's new Oscar-bound fantasy-romance, The Shape of Water, those sentiments no longer ring true. Welcome to my heart, Mr. del Toro.
Set during the early 60s, in the midst of America's tenuous Cold War with the Soviet Union, Sally Hawkins stars as Elisa, a mute cleaning lady who works alongside her chatty friend Zelda (Octavia Spencer) in a high-security government laboratory. Caught in the monotony of her safe and low-key daily routine, Elisa stumbles across a new living and breathing "asset" that's been brought to the facility where she cleans. And as Elisa sneaks behind the backs of everyone in the lab to forge a deep-rooted connection with the beast, she also learns of a sinister government agent's (Michael Shannon) plan to terminate the creature.
Often referred to as a master of storytelling, Guillermo del Toro establishes a daring tale of romance that hurdles the traditional love story. But even more absorbing than the magical fantasy he creates, it's Sally Hawkins who steals the spotlight with an absolutely majestic performance, one that could very well top my annual list for lead actresses. Her work doesn't grab you with a loud and verbal demanding of your attention like awards season rival Margot Robbie in I, Tonya. Instead Hawkins lures the viewer using an earnest and wholesome charm that feels so sadly unfamiliar nowadays. She tap-dances her way into your heart and catapults an odd and profound romantic affair that straddles the line between derivative and innovative remarkably well. The Shape of Water also comes with a wide range of engaging subplots and co-starring talent. While my personal taste navigates a preference towards the supporting work of Richard Jenkins and Octavia Spencer, both Michael Shannon and Michael Stuhlbarg prove invaluable to the film as well. Any of them are fair game for awards season success, further validating how well-rounded of a movie del Toro has created. Everything from Alexandre Desplat's enchanting score to del Toro's sleek and calculated direction, there's hardly a blemish to be found. The Shape of Water is beautifully filmed, superbly acted, boldly told and without a doubt my favorite film of 2017 so far.
Stars: 3 and a half stars out of 4
Grade: A-
James Franco's intimate examination of a talent-less auteur-turned-cult legend debuted as a "work in progress" selection at this year's SXSW Festival. And although I avoided the screening while there, mostly due to the fact that I had never seen The Room before, as rumblings of its sharp-comedic effectiveness grew, so did my anticipation for the film's release. The Disaster Artist has found its way to select screens, and while the effort is certainly a solid watch, it's also a far cry from the comedic gold we've come to expect from Franco and his crew of usual suspects.
When a shy and timid actor named Greg (Dave Franco) stumbles across the fearless performer Tommy Wiseau (James Franco) in an acting class, he immediately reaches out to him in hopes of doing a scene together for class. Yet, as their bond grows, Greg learns of Tommy's mysterious financial security and they venture to L.A. together with visions of making it big. But as the harsh realities of Tinseltown begin to set in, Tommy and Greg quickly discover that, if they want to be in a "real Hollywood movie", they'll have to make it themselves.
What can be said about The Disaster Artist's source material, The Room, that hasn't been said already? The king of the "so bad it's good" genre, Tommy Wiseau's hysterically awful production proves to be a worthwhile central focus for director/actor James Franco. He tackles the strange and mysterious aura of Wiseau with immaculate precision. You can sense his passion and commitment for the project, which should be fully appreciated, but Franco's performance also suffers from his usual bouts with hyperbole, even when portraying someone as outrageous as Wiseau. In fact, there were a few moments throughout the film where I caught myself favoring James' brother, Dave Franco's, onscreen work over his own Golden Globe nominated performance. And from a pure story standpoint, The Disaster Artist struggles to get off the ground running. You're forced to wallow through a stale first act before they finally jack-up the energy with the behind-the-scenes filming of The Room. To the movie's credit, however, it does improve with every passing minute and concludes in a truly satisfying fashion. The Disaster Artist isn't nearly as funny as I had hoped, but it's still a strong and respectful homage to an unskilled visionary who somehow made cinematic history.
Stars: 3 stars out of 4
Grade: B
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