Early in Saela Davis and Anna Rose Holmer’s dark and stately God’s Creatures, screening in Directors’ Fortnight here at Cannes, one of the younger women at a wake in an old Irish fishing village declares that her new baby will definitely be learning to swim.
The dead man drowned, a professional risk on the surging waters of the west of Ireland. Even now that the fishing industry has given way to oyster beds suspended in chest-deep water, the farmers wear heavy waders and the worst can happen.
The other women are startled. Swimming lessons? That’s not how things are done around here. Like a gun pulled in a play’s first act, this bit of distaff chat is a clear indicator of where we’re headed; death hovers over every scene that follows, as persistent as the wind that whistles around the single glazing of the workers’ cottages.
Fatalism is a habit of mind; what can you do? “We’re all God’s creatures in the dark,” says one woman morosely. Two stellar performances anchor God’s Creatures, giving both body and soul to a story that could feel thinly predictable in lesser hands.
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