{"id":724,"date":"2011-02-21T16:14:14","date_gmt":"2011-02-21T16:14:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mmcgrath.co.uk\/?p=724"},"modified":"2014-06-24T18:19:24","modified_gmt":"2014-06-24T17:19:24","slug":"the-life-aquatic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.mmcgrath.co.uk\/?p=724","title":{"rendered":"THE LIFE AQUATIC"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><a href=\"http:\/\/www.mmcgrath.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/02\/tlawsz.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-725\" title=\"tlawsz\" src=\"http:\/\/www.mmcgrath.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/02\/tlawsz.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"283\" \/><\/a>A lot of people are really going to hate <em>The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou<\/em>.  Some sad, possibly miserable, people are going to walk from the cinema  bemused, cursing the director and his cast for wasting two hours of  their lives on a rambling, strange and apparently pointless quest for a  yellow shark. We should pity these folk and perhaps hold an appeal so  that money can be gathered to ease their plight.<\/h3>\n<p><!--more-->The rest of you, my happy friends, are going to walk out of the  cinema with huge grins on your faces that will last for days. You will  find yourself with an irresistible desire to purchase a red cap and  humming the works of David Bowie in Portugese. You will feel dread at  the mention of the fearsome jaguar shark, and yet you will be possessed  of a slight but persistent sadness that you may never live to see it in  the Technicolor flesh.<\/p>\n<p>You, my allies in the struggle against bland and simple-minded  entertainment, my brothers-in-arms in the battle against all that is  grey in the world, you are the chosen who will bask in the light of Wes  Anderson\u2019s work and see true joy.<\/p>\n<p>And if all that sounds over the top, then I blame <em>The Life Aquatic<\/em>, a film that seems designed to promote extreme reactions.<\/p>\n<p><em>The Life Aquatic<\/em> is, undoubtedly, a strange film \u2013 a kind of  slow-motion slapstick adventure. Steve Zissou (Murray in brilliant form)  is an oceanographic filmmaker (a more than slightly seedy version of  Jacques Cousteau) who sees his best friend killed by a (possibly  mythical) jaguar shark. With the help of the crew of his ship, Belafonte  (a reference to Cousteau, who\u2019s ship was The Calypso \u2013 the type of song  that made Harry Belafonte famous), Zissou determines to hunt the beast  down, prove its existence and gain his revenge. On top of this he must  cope with a crumbling marriage to Eleanor (Huston), the arrival of Jane  (Blanchett), a journalist set on revealing the seedy truth about his  fading career, and Ned (Wilson), who may be his long lost son. Or not.<\/p>\n<p>Add declining popularity, the bank meddling in his affairs and  placing Bill the accountant (Cort) on board the Belafonte, an intense  personal and professional rivalry with Alistair (Goldblum), mutiny  amongst the interns and a pirate adventure featuring a three-legged dog  and it\u2019s easy to see why Steve Zissou might be feeling that the  pressures of life are grinding him down.<\/p>\n<p>What I think will appeal most to people who \u201cget\u201d this film is its  determined contrariness and sustained peculiarity. The world created is  one of hyper-reality. Anderson\u2019s characters have extraordinary  characteristics that are taken, stretched and extrapolated to extreme  lengths. Nature explodes from the screen with animals and fish given a  delirious jewel-like quality (thanks to some wonderfully effective  stop-motion special effects). And Anderson seems to take every  opportunity to erode or destroy the wall between film and viewer \u2013  literally in the case of the Belafonte, which is shown in cross-section  as we travel through her decks.<\/p>\n<p>While Murray, currently on a career-defining roll of high quality  performances, is undoubtedly the star here, he receives some very strong  support from the rest of the cast. With Wilson playing his usual,  likeable oddball and Goldblum and Gambon obviously enjoying themselves,  the women (Blanchett and Houston) though good are largely reduced to  playing everyone else\u2019s fall guys. Which is perhaps not surprising as <em>The Life Aquatic<\/em> is (in its own, skewed, probably drug-induced way) a very <em>Boys\u2019 Own<\/em> sort of adventure. In the end, though, it is Willem Dafoe as the  desperately needy German crewman, Klaus Daimler who almost steals the  whole film. It is Dafoe\u2019s maddest performance since he played a crazed,  gay, cross-dressing FBI Agent in <em>The Boondock Saints<\/em> and he had me roaring with laughter.<\/p>\n<p>The film has a sting in its tail, however, and it is only when things  come to a crunch in the final reel that you realise how successful  Anderson and his cast have been in making you care for these characters.  When the final confrontation with the mysterious jaguar shark takes  place the audience is shocked with a real emotional charge.<\/p>\n<p><em>The Life Aquatic<\/em> isn\u2019t going to be to everyone\u2019s taste, but  those who really \u201cget it\u201d are going to be made very, very happy.\u00a0 Wes  Anderson is one of the very best young directors working in Hollywood  and this film cements him as the possessor of a unique, if determinedly  skewed vision.<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\">(Originally published in <em>Matrix<\/em> 172, May\/June 2005)<\/h5>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A lot of people are really going to hate The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Some sad, possibly miserable, people are going to walk from the cinema bemused, cursing the director and his cast for wasting two hours of their lives on a rambling, strange and apparently pointless quest for a yellow shark. 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