Take Shelter sets itself up for a nor'easter and delivers a late afternoon shower. It's like a big hurricane that by the time it reaches you has already been downgraded to a tropical storm. The movie proves to us in its gripping first half that it's too smart for the meandering second half, and it contains a tour de force performance from Michael Shannon that it does not deserve.
Much like William Friedkin's Bug (which also starred Shannon), Take Shelter is an exploration of paranoid schizophrenia from the inside out. Curtis (Shannon) is a working-class family man with a caring wife, Samantha (Jessica Chastain), and daughter, Hannah (Tova Stewart). He has a good job, enough money to get by, health insurance, and friends. People respect him. His best friend and co-worker, Dewart (Shea Whigham), looks up to him. He lives a good life.
Then the nightmares begin to come. Curtis begins to see things in the sky that others do not: signs of a big storm coming. He sees raindrops that look like motor oil. He has a dream that the family dog attacks him, and another that zombie-like people kidnap Hannah.
Curtis takes action. He chains the dog up in the backyard. He begins renovating an old storm shelter in the backyard. Others don't understand why he feels the urgent need to do this, but Curtis does.
In the movie's early scenes, Shannon and writer-director Jeff Nichols create one of the most compelling portrayals of schizophrenia yet put on screen. What sets Curtis apart from most examples of mental illness is that he knows all along that he is sick, and there is nothing he can do about it. Just as with any disease, mere knowledge that he is sick is not enough to make him well. Curtis knows that what he's doing is ridiculous, but knows he has to do it. Because he is embarrassed, he hides it from his family. He reads up on mental illnesses. He talks to his doctor, who recommends he see a psychiatrist that is far out of his budget range. He knows of schizophrenia because his mother (Kathy Baker) was committed to a mental hospital when he was 10.
His disease progresses with terrifying logic. Samantha begins to worry. The amount of money he spends renovating the storm shelter begins to inhibit Hannah's upcoming cochlear implant surgery. His visions and nightmares affect his performance at work. Curtis's biggest fear is all that he has will be taken away from him, and he begins to see his fears come to life around him.
It's a shame, then, that the movie goes stagnant after its first hour. The tension, ever so gradually ratcheting, goes loose and the movie lets us off the hook. Curtis's disease becomes repetitive rather than progressive. A climactic fight between Curtis and another character seems to come out of nowhere, and one explosion of emotion from Curtis seems phony and histrionic.
The special effects, too, begin to get in the way, notably Curtis's recurring vision of birds flying in a strange formation. The birds are obviously the creation of CGI, and are so cartoonish that they take us right out of the picture. Better to use the Orson Welles method: shoot a few birds in close-up and use montage to make it look like a whole lot. The image of the storm-filled sky is also all too obviously animated.
The ending is a letdown. Without giving away too much, I can say that the movie might have ended perfectly with Curtis throwing open the shelter doors. Rather, it tacks on a coda that is meant to be foreboding but is only confounding and silly.
Take Shelter is a film of rare sensitivity; it is a gripping portrayal of a man who is always depended upon to be strong, brought down by the weakness of his fear. I doubt any actor other than Michael Shannon could have played this role successfully, and I would not count him out for an Oscar this year. Though the movie fails him in the end, his performance alone is enough to recommend it.
** 1/2 out of ****
P.S. Shannon has become one of my favorite actors over the past few years, and I feel the need to cite two previous standout performances of his that might otherwise go unnoticed: as a disgruntled mama's boy in Werner Herzog's underseen and brilliant My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done, and as a white supremacist murderer in Bob Odenkirk's spotty but still quite funny Let's Go to Prison. Both films require him to segue between buffoonishness and imposing intimidation, which he does seamlessly. He's been compared to a young Christopher Walken, and rightly so. Walken is the only other actor who might possibly pull off this exchange, from Let's Go to Prison:
Shannon: "You remind me of my daddy."
Will Arnett: "I'm sure he was a great man."
Shannon: "I killed him."
Arnett: "You didn't kill him with kindness, did you?"
Shannon: "With a hammer."
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