It’s 1954. A woman who drowned her own children has escaped from a hospital for the criminally insane located on remote Shutter Island. US Marshal Edward “Teddy” Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio), accompanied by partner Chuck, takes the ferry to the hospital, and searches for clues as he battles his own dreams and demons.
I love the darkness and the storm, I love the stark color contrasts, the cigarette smoke and the swelling music. Mood, mood, mood. It’s one of those films you just have to watch under the covers on a dark, rainy day.
Should I begin reading Dennis Lehane now, or are the directors handling the film versions of his books just exceptionally good?