Emily Watson and Paul Mescal play mother and son in Anna Rose Holmer and Saela Davis' Irish fishing village-set drama.
A black sheep boy returns to the family nest and causes all manner of emotional ballyhoo in Saela Davis and Anna Rose Holmer’s atmospheric psychodrama, God’s Creatures, the welcome if low-key follow-up to Homer’s feisty 2015 debut, The Fits. Said son, Brian, is played by man-of-the-moment and 2023 award season darling, Paul Mescal, who slinks into the role of a dirty-rotten oyster farmer with a sideline in illegal salmon poaching, among other nefarious bits involving local songbird Sarah, played by Aisling Franciosi. While we’ve seen that Mescal can do impeccable sadboi in Aftersun, here the sheen of good cheer comes with an undertow of independence and violence.
The film sees him expertly play on the doting affections of his saintly, community-minded mother, Aileen, who is beautifully realised by the always-great Emily Watson. What initially plays out as a grim social realist portrait of hardscrabble lives in a traditional Irish fishing village, soon segues into a disturbing feminist thriller with a hint of the Mildred Pierce about it, concerning as it does the limits of maternal protection and the ignored abuses of awful men.
There is something a little boilerplate in how the film is structured which prevents it from offering anything particularly original. Were the visuals not so gorgeous, you might even see this as material primed for the small rather than big screen. Narrative-wise, it’s what you might call “over tight”, in that there is no detail for detail’s sake, and it quickly becomes a game of guess the foreshadowing device. All the interlocking plot fragments are so perfectly aligned that the film ends up being stifling, and it also goes too far out of its way to answer all the questions it poses about the morality of the situation. So not one to ponder for very long once the credits have rolled.
Still, the cast fully commit to their meaty roles, and the dark energy between Mescal and Watson keeps things bobbing above the tide nicely. What does nudge this above similarly-inclined social-realist thrillers is Chayse Irvin’s atmospheric cinematography, whose ominous blue-green vistas cleverly imbues the material with gothic ghost story trappings. Indeed, the film opens on a young fisherman falling to his peril – apparently they don’t learn to swim as a deterrent for jumping out of the boat – and his spectral presence returns to claim various other souls.
The sound design, too, is used to sharp effect, as Aileen is constantly tormented by the pelt of driving rain, or the continual loud clacking of oyster shells dropping off a conveyor-belt. These sudden bursts of noise – which include a non-diegetic Irish drum sound that only Aileen seems to hear – are all the more effective for being in such an otherwise hushed film.
Characters talk in whispered tones, that is until they’re yelling at one another on the beer-soaked floor of the local dive bar. It’s a neat little manoeuvre that’s executed with admirable skill, but as with the templated plotting, it also comes across as the robust deployment of a tried-and-tested “move” rather than something new and exciting.
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Published 29 Mar 2023
A new film by The Fits’ Anna Rose Holmer, co-directed by Saela Davis? Go on then…
Watson’s (still) a national treasure, and Mescal’s no slouch either.
All a bit mid and inconsequential in the end. Looks great though.
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