Movie Review: The Shape of Water
Directed by: Guillermo del Toro
Starring: Sally Hawkins, Doug Jones, Richard Jenkins
I'm not posting a full review (yet again), not because I don't have much to say about this one that hasn't been said better but because I can hardly imagine that I'll have less to say about this movie as time goes on. Right now I don't really have the words or the time to do justice to every thought I have on this as a disabled person, as a fan of its director, as a lover of weird things. So here's the gist of it.
The Shape of Water was my most anticipated movie of the year by a colossal margin, and even though it's already been said that the basic plot hasn’t broken any new ground, I'm happy to report it met every one of my expectations. It's a beautiful (visually and otherwise) movie about love and hope and how outcasts find happiness when they look out for one another because the rest of the world sure doesn't have their back. Because it's a movie by Guillermo del Toro, however, it also has gore, sex, and fish monsters. It's brutal and kind in equal measure. Somehow it manages to be the most inspiring movie of the year, a genuine “fairytale for adults” when that term has almost lost its meaning due to overuse. I could watch this one again and again, and I probably will. It's without a doubt del Toro’s finest achievement since Pan’s Labyrinth—one of the first movies that shook me to my core, when I was 13—and like that movie, there is so much to say about it that it deserves more than a quick little blog post.
Score: ***** out of 5 stars.