Director: Michaël Dudok de Wit
After a man is shipwrecked and marooned on a deserted island, he tries to escape. Each time, however, he finds himself thwarted by a red turtle. Then a woman arrives. And the man is no longer so sure he wants to leave.
The Red Turtle is a special film, 80 minutes without dialogue. Emotion is conveyed through the music and the visuals. It is quiet, repetitive, seemingly aimless. It is the story of a life. There is no plot.
This being said, I suspect that this is a film I did not fully understand. I love Studio Ghibli and I was excited to watch The Red Turtle at last. I expected beauty. A delight in nature. A quietly reflective film. This was present. But somehow, I just didn’t get it. I found myself counting the minutes until the end.
Admitting as much makes me feel somewhat uncultured. The film has been nominated for plenty of awards. It would seem that other people see something in The Red Turtle that I do not. Maybe one day I will watch it again and I will see something new. But that day will not be for awhile.