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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Tarot Cards, Talismans, Seances and Telekinesis

People usually have certain expectations when they invest the time to watch a movie, especially if it has been advertised as a genre film like a western, sci-fi or horror thriller. This must have been a perplexing problem for the distributors of Arcana (1972), Guilio Questi’s mysterious tale of a widow and her brooding son who use fortune telling, tarot cards and seances to con a gullible clientele. The film dabbles in the supernatural but it also flirts with other topics like voyeurism, incest, Macedonian rituals, neglected children, middle class despair and inept bureaucracies. Some critics have pigeonholed Arcana as a horror film and it is certainly horrific in tone and attitude but don’t expect the movie to conform to genre conventions. The director even issues a disclaimer at the beginning: “To the watchers: This movie is not a story but a game of cards. For this reason both its start and the epilogue are not believable. You are the players. Play smartly and you’ll win.” Make of that what you will, I think Arcana works best as a puzzle, even if it is an often inscrutable and unsolvable one that is presented in two acts. Continue reading