Take Shelter

Take Shelter, the new film by Jeff Nichols, opens with an ominous dream. Though the exact cause of the threat is veiled, its manifestations are not—the wind blows, a massive storm front approaches and a viscous fluid that’s definitely not rain begins to fall. For Curtis (Michael Shannon), the dream leaves a lasting impression even as he attempts to shake it off and meet his responsibilities as a husband, father and blue-collar working man.
As the intensity of his dreams (and visions) increases, Curtis faces two equally dire possibilities: either he’s succumbing to some form of mental illness or the portents are real. The former worries him almost as much as the latter, as he’s now roughly the same age as his mother (played with pitch-perfect presence by Kathy Baker) when she abandoned him as the result of a mental breakdown. To his credit, Curtis strives to address both possibilities simultaneously—embarking on an obsessive (and expensive) expansion of the backyard tornado shelter while also attempting to either personally or professionally diagnose his possible mental affliction. His escalating efforts threaten to compromise his job, his marriage and his societal standing even as the visceral impact of the visions continues to mount.
Take Shelter is built on deliberate pacing and deliberately restrained performances. As such, the acting is crucial, the difference between being nod-worthy or nodding-off-worthy. Fortunately, both Michael Shannon and Jessica Chastain (as Curtis’ wife, Samantha) are riveting as a loving couple whose relationship comes under sudden, pronounced strain. Purposefully given very little to work with in terms of scripted embellishment—Curtis spends half his screen time looking at things, thinking about things and uttering monosyllabic responses concerning things—Shannon’s performance as a tortured everyman is eye-opening. It should at the least get him a seat and video close-up or two in Los Angeles’ Kodak Theater come February.