Sightlines · a reading
A Deleuzian reading of The Shape of Water
2017 · Guillermo del Toro · The Shape of Water on Sightlines
Elisa boils two eggs every morning while she takes her bath, timer running on the counter. When she finally has something to offer the creature in the tank, it is one of those eggs, held out flat on her palm through the glass. That small transaction carries the whole film. Food, given without a word, to a thing the state has filed as an asset.
Del Toro's specific invention here isn't the amphibian, whose webbed and gilled design language he inherited whole from Creature from the Black Lagoon, and it isn't the adult fairy-tale frame he had already built in Pan's Labyrinth. It's this: he made a romance whose lead never speaks, then built a complete sensory apparatus to carry everything she would otherwise have said. Color, water, editorial rhythm, and Desplat's score take over the labor of dialogue. That's why Deleuze is worth borrowing here. Deleuze spent two books sorting film images by what each kind of image actually does, and this film runs four or five kinds at once, each assigned a specific job that speech would normally handle.
Start with Sally Hawkins's face. Deleuze's name for the close-up is the affection-image: a feeling that has registered and hasn't yet discharged into action. He splits it in two. There's the immobile, reflecting face that expresses one quality, wonder or dread, and there's the face where micro-movements accumulate toward a threshold, desire building until it has to go somewhere. He calls the second one the icon of power, the potisign. Hawkins plays almost the entire film in that second register. Her Elisa isn't a study in patience. She's appetite with a countdown on it, and because the character can't talk, the film has nowhere to put that pressure except her face and hands. The wordless performance isn't a limitation del Toro worked around. It's a machine for keeping the affection-image loaded.
Laustsen's photography does the second job. Teal and aqueous green are pushed through every wall, uniform, and costume until the color stops belonging to any object and becomes the temperature of the film itself. Deleuze calls this the affective color: a color that absorbs the scene and its feeling rather than describing what's in it. The reds are rationed and therefore legible as speech — her shoes, a slice of pie, blood. This is a direct inheritance from All That Heaven Allows, and it's where film theory earns its place in the reading. Melodrama spent decades dismissed as women's-picture kitsch before critics noticed that Sirk had built a form in which color and staging say what characters are forbidden to say. Del Toro takes that engine and hands it to a protagonist who is literally forbidden speech. The Sirkian palette isn't homage. It's load-bearing.
The camera drifts. Slow lateral moves, gentle cranes, ordinary rooms photographed as though the air had density. Deleuze has a term for perception unmoored from any single perceiving body, flowing rather than aiming: the reume, the liquid perception-image, and Creature from the Black Lagoon's underwater-ballet camera is its direct ancestor. Del Toro keeps that floating point of view but stops reserving it for the water. His Baltimore is already submerged.
Then there is the morning routine — waking, bathing, timer, bus — established as patterned montage and then broken as her life changes. Deleuze's late cinema of the body describes exactly this: attitudes and postures of the everyday carrying duration, so that time is registered in what a body does rather than in what a plot advances. Wolinsky's repetition-with-variation is the film's clock. We know Elisa has changed because the sequence of gestures changes.
Strickland belongs to a different image entirely. Deleuze's impulse-image is the naturalist mode: a world of raw drives erupting beneath the social surface, running along an irreversible line of slope toward degradation and death. Shannon's performance is written as a descent, authority curdling into desperation, his rot registered in the body and in Sequeira's sickly greens and golds. Del Toro's twist is to split naturalism down the middle. In Zola, and in Buñuel, the savage originary world beneath the milieu is where everyone is dragged down. Here the man in charge slides, while the water — the actual originary world, the element the institution has caged — is the place where life is restored. The lab is a cold cathedral of tile and steel with a swamp god in the basement, and only one of those is degrading.
And once, the film changes regime altogether. The black-and-white musical fantasy is Deleuze's movement of world: the character stops moving under her own power and the world moves instead, the dance taking possession of the dancer. Deleuze thought the musical was cinema's purest version of this, the moment where a body's small everyday motions are absorbed into a larger motion that isn't theirs. Elisa gets a voice in exactly the one sequence where she has stopped acting and the film is dreaming for her.
What's remarkable is that all of this sits inside a fully functioning large-form action-image: an encompassing situation, the Cold War security state, pressing until a decisive act, the liberation heist, transforms it. Most ambitious cinema after 1945 got its power by breaking that circuit. Del Toro rebuilt it, at $19.5 million, in 2017, and made it carry affects the 1950s creature feature could never hold. Robin Wood's old thesis about horror is that the monster embodies what a culture represses, and that the genre's usual work is to destroy it. Every ancestor in this film's line ends in that destruction, from Frankenstein forward. Del Toro's correction, the one he says he wanted since he first saw the Gill-man reach for the woman, is to let the repressed win, and to make the winning legible in the grammar of La Belle et la Bête — practical craft, painterly interiors, a monstrous lover redeemed by a woman's look rather than by CGI.
Giles frames it all as legend, "the princess without voice," and Deleuze would call that fabulation: not lying, but story-telling as the act by which people who have no place in the official record invent one. That's the film's real politics. A mute woman, a Black woman, a closeted man, a defecting scientist, and a captured god, none of whom get to narrate anything in 1962, are narrated into being by an unemployed commercial artist. The ending refuses to arbitrate. Her scars open into gills, and the film simply declines the realist contract.
Its awards run mattered industrially, proving a genre-inflected art film could take a season built for realist drama. But the durable thing is smaller and harder. Del Toro demonstrated that the classical action-image still works if you load it with affects the classical form was too embarrassed to carry.
Watch it again for two things. Notice when red enters the frame, and who it belongs to. And notice the moments the camera stops belonging to anyone at all, and starts to float.
Concepts in play
- icon of power (potisign) — Sally Hawkins's entirely wordless lead performance, built from facial expression and physical rhythm — 'sensual, willful, and full of appetite' — with desire accumulating across the face because the character has no speech to discharge it into
- affective color — Laustsen's saturated teals, greens and aqueous blues pushed through every surface, costume and wall, punctuated by warm reds reserved for desire and rupture (Elisa's shoes, a slice of pie, blood)
- reume (liquid perception-image) — A fluid, often floating camera with slow lateral moves and gentle craning that lends even mundane spaces a submerged, dreamlike drift — inherited from Creature from the Black Lagoon's subjective underwater-ballet point of view
- cinema of the body (attitudes and postures) — Wolinsky's patterned montage of Elisa's wordless daily routine — waking, bathing, boiling eggs, riding the bus — recurring and then breaking as her life is transformed, using repetition-with-variation as the narrative engine
- impulse-image (naturalism) — Strickland as brittle, rotting American authority: controlled menace curdling into desperation, staged as domestic and bodily disintegration and color-coded in the sickly greens and golds of decaying power
- line of slope (entropy / degradation) — Strickland's arc is written as an irreversible descent — bodily disintegration tracked alongside his loss of institutional control — running underneath the film's parallel plots
- originary world — The laboratory as a cold cathedral of tile and steel built over the caged amphibian and his water; the film inverts naturalism by making that submerged elemental world restorative rather than degrading, ending with Elisa revived underwater and her scars opening as gills
- movement of world — The black-and-white musical fantasy, stitched in as seamless emotional escalation, where Elisa is given a singing voice at the one moment she has stopped acting and the film's world moves for her
- large-form action-image — The classical romance-plus-caper structure: an encompassing Cold War security apparatus that presses until the liberation-heist third act decisively transforms it
- fabulation (story-telling / legending) — Giles's opening and closing narration explicitly casting the story as a legend of 'the princess without voice,' resolving the film in the register of fable rather than realism, and giving a cast of marginalized figures a narration they would never have held in 1962
- symbol — The hard-boiled eggs — part of Elisa's daily routine, part of del Toro's dense frame detail, and the medium of a courtship conducted through shared food and music rather than speech