In The Life Aquatic, Anderson preserves the eccentricity that audiences came to expect from Cousteau’s documentaries and retains Cousteau’s essential “being,” the wild nature that led him to be an explorer. He also preserves the selfishness and peculiarities that lead Zissou to be described as a “selfish maniac” and “showboat” by his crewmates.
The animation of When Marnie Was There, released ten years ago this month, feels like essential Studio Ghibli: languid settings that burst with unusual color and intricate details; characters with soft expressions and round, curious eyes; glossy plates of seafood and steaming cups of rice.
Even the real sea is not the sea that we know—the sea that is Darwazah’s liberty, Varda’s heart, and Hopinka’s custodian. What has been given to us through the oceanic message is an inviolable museum of images, and that is why filmmakers—those makers, founders, and interrogators of images—will always come to seek its profundity, its point of contact between worlds.