Each week this column will highlight one winner of the Academy Award for Best Picture, progressing chronologically until all winners have been discussed. There will be a brief discussion of the film itself followed by a mention of what we wish won from the nominees in the given year (though in many cases there were films that were superior in terms of quality and/or impact that were not nominated). This week’s entry is The Shape of Water (2017).
When I say movie magic, this is what I mean. Winning over even the most apprehensive of people I’ve introduced it to (including myself, as I came into it a bit wary having not been a big fan of Pan’s Labyrinth), The Shape of Water, in Guillermo del Toro’s expert hands, is able to find the wonder in all of life, creating a production made entirely of aspects that couldn’t fit anywhere else but are perfectly attuned to the film and able to transform fish-fucking into a universal love story and a love letter to cinema. Every time I watch it, my love for it becomes deeper and I feel ready to go out into the world and fall in love all over again, the deeper secrets of that wonderful, horrible feeling revealed once more.
The Real Best Picture:
There have been times where I supported half of the nominees as the deserving winner but The Shape of Water has only continued to grow in my estimation and was certainly a very deserved win. Far and away the best to take home the prize since The Departed and one of the best overall.