Aussie Awesomeness

Many countries are well known for their film industry but Australia was not one of them until the early 1970s due to the efforts of prime ministers John Gorton (1968-1972) and Gough Whitlam (1972-1975) who instituted various forms of government support for filmmaking and the arts. Thanks to their encouragement, a number of talented directors emerged from Australia and went on to enjoy international careers with such diverse work as Picnic at Hanging Rock (Dir: Peter Weir, 1975), The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith (Dir: Fred Schepisi, 1976), My Brilliant Career (Dir: Gillian Armstrong 1979) and Breaker Morant (Bruce Beresford, 1980). This creative movement, known as the Australian New Wave, was often focused on the country’s past and often resulted in critically acclaimed art house fare but not really box office hits in its own country. What is interesting is that the seventies also saw the rise of many Aussie filmmakers who specialized in genre fare and it was their work that generated large revenue streams at home and around the world, especially in the U.S.

The most successful of these commercial films tended to be sex comedies, horror/fantasy or action/adventure thrillers and were much more representative of contemporary Australian culture than award-winning historical chronicles like Philip Noyes’s Newsfront (1978). It was also the over-the-top quality and extreme nature of these B-movies that earned the moniker of Ozploitation and resulted in such classic cult hits as Time Burstall’s Alvin Purple (1973), Sandy Harbutt’s Stone (1974), Richard Franklin’s Patrick (1978), and George Miller’s Mad Max (1979). If you want a crash course in this raucous period in the Aussie film industry which lasted until the late 1980s, Not Quite Hollywood: The Wild, Untold Story of Ozploitation, written and directed by Mark Hartley, is just the ticket to whet your appetite.

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Pack Mentality

What happens when you get a bunch of men together, some of them armed with flasks of brandy or whiskey, give them guns and set them loose in the forest? It sounds like a lethal combination but it doesn’t have to be and rarely is in the world of experienced outdoorsmen. At the movies, though, it’s a different story as witnessed by so many thrillers about hunting parties and their targets. Certainly the many film adaptations of Richard Connell’s short story The Most Dangerous Game is a famous example but there are also variations such as armed officers hunting a prisoner (Antonio Isasi-Isasmendi’s A Dog Called Vengeance, 1977), men hunting each other (Carlos Saura’s The Hunt, 1967), men and women stalking each other (Elio Petri’s The 10th Victim, 1965) or men hunting women (the Australian revenge flick Fair Game, 1986). La Traque (aka The Track), a French film by Sergio Leroy, fits into the last category, but it is not a predictable genre entertainment, a satire or a blatant exploitation film.

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