The Task: Watch and write about every movie on my shelf, in order (Blu-rays are sorted after DVDs), by June 10, 2015. Remaining movies: 68 Days to go: 46
Movie #372: Gattaca
My son likes to ask questions. He always wants to know when a movie is set (and when it was made). About Gattaca, he asked where they were, and what that body of water is that Vincent (Ethan Hawke) is swimming in and where is that spaceship going to anyway. It’s hard to explain to him that not only are these things not identified in the movie, but that they don’t matter. He is very literal, and he likes details. But Gattaca is, at its core, a metaphorical story, so the particulars of time and place aren’t actually relevant at all. As someone who has a tendency to get bogged down in such details myself, I always love it when a storyteller is smart enough and bold enough to eschew them completely for the good of the tale. It’s such a simple answer to a confounding question, and yet it can be so difficult to do. Gattaca does it exceptionally well.
In voiceover, Vincent tells us all we need to know about this world. It’s a world in which natural pregnancies (“faith births”) are frowned upon for their risk and unpredictability. Vincent was one such child, and instead of focusing on the perfection and miracle of a newborn baby, society’s only interest is to predict the entire course of that child’s life through his genetic makeup. This profiling naturally leads to rampant discrimination. Even in Vincent’s own family, at the moment of his birth, his inferior status deprives him of being named after his father, despite being first-born. Society boils down to Valids versus In-Valids (or, invalids, which is a lovely little play with language that I quite enjoy). In-Valids are shuttered away to the sidelines, forced to work menial jobs and never having any kind of promise or potential afforded to them. In order to live a better life, Vincent takes on the identity of one Jerome Morrow (Jude Law), a former swimmer who broke his back and became paralyzed, who agrees to “rent out” his genetic material to Vincent.
This ruse involves a lot of work, as Vincent has to slough off all his excess skin and hair into an incinerator every day so as not to accidentally reveal himself. He even had to get bone extensions surgically implanted in his legs to allow for the height difference. Jerome, meanwhile, also has to slough off his skin cells, but for Vincent to leave as his own, since that’s how everyone’s identified these days. He also gives him blood and urine samples to evade detection from random tests and identity scans. It’s a huge endeavor that all comes very close to falling apart when a murder at the company where Vincent works threatens to expose him.
There’s a lot going on here, but mostly Gattaca is about the untapped potential in all of us. It’s about the unpredictability of what your future is or when you’re going to die being just as much good as it is bad. It’s about believing in yourself, yes, but also embracing the unknown. When Irene (Uma Thurman) admits to having some of Vincent’s DNA sequence (by which she means the DNA Jerome has provided Vincent to plant around his workspace), she offers to let him sequence hers by giving him a strand of her hair. He lets it go. “The wind caught it,” he says. He’s not interested in knowing what some geneticist says Irene is “supposed” to be, any more than he’s interested in anyone (including a police detective played by Loren Dean, who has a particular interest in Vincent) telling him what he can or can not do. That’s certainly a positive outlook on love and on life, but it’s also a positive outlook on society: Embrace our differences. Accept variety and imperfection. Take a chance.
There are aspects of Gattaca that absolutely can be taken as a pro-independence, “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” sort of film. And it is, in a way. But Vincent is only able to pull himself up by his bootstraps because he breaks all the rules and goes to horrific extremes to escape the bonds of his social class. For most of the In-Valids, that life is simply not possible. And that’s the real tragedy. Because who knows what could be lurking out there in the alleys, what potential greatness lays untapped? As Dr. Lamar (Xander Berkeley) says of his less-than-perfect son, “Who knows what he could do?”
And that’s what it’s all about, really. Nobody knows what’s in us but us. So leave it all out there. Give it everything you’ve got. And don’t save anything for the swim back.