Martin Scorsese’s follow-up to his popular and critical juggernaut The Departed is different than any other film in his oeuvre. Shutter Island is a taut and suspenseful thriller set in a mental institution housed on a Boston Harbor island in 1954. It is film noir and psychological thriller, it is horror and mystery—a whodunit and a fish out of water. Scorcese’s most comparable picture in the past is his lesser remake of Cape Fear, an overall forgettable film.
Based on the novel by Dennis Lehane, the film opens with U.S. Marshall Teddy Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio) vomiting aboard a boat taking him and his new partner Chuck (Mark Ruffalo) to Shutter Island to investigate the disappearance of a patient. They meet Dr. Cawley (Ben Kingsley), the head doctor at the mental institution who explains that the missing patient, Rachel Solando, escaped her locked cell “as if she evaporated straight through the walls.” So Teddy and Chuck investigate in typical 1950’s police fashion. They find clues and interview the other patients, many of whom are afraid to talk. But they feel they’re being given the runaround.
Throughout the film we are shown flashbacks of Teddy’s life. He was a soldier in World War II and was present at the liberation of Dachau. “I’ve seen what human beings are capable of doing to each other,” he says, persisting that the institution on Shutter Island holds sinister secrets. His wife had been killed in a fire in their apartment building and he’s constantly dealing with migraines. Teddy’s flashbacks often seem valid, but they also appear to be partly delusional. Are the walls of Ashcliffe mental hospital closing in around Teddy or is he closer to learning the truth behind Rachel’s disappearance and the real intentions of Shutter Island?
Martin Scorsese is one of the best American directors of our time, and with Shutter Island he is in complete control of the material. DiCaprio delivers another Oscar-worthy performance and Mark Ruffalo is a great complement, proving once again he needs a proper leading role in a major motion picture. The film has one of those endings you’ll be talking about the minute the credits roll, much like the last film adaption of a Lehane novel, Gone Baby Gone. With ten nominees, I’d be surprised if Shutter Island isn’t nominated for Best Picture at next year’s Academy Awards. It’s like Jurassic Park meets Schindler’s List meets The Shining, done Scorsese-style. What’s not to love?