Dir: TED KOTCHEFF
Country: AUSTRALIA/USA
AKA:
Outback
It is becoming all too
rare nowadays to see a film that leaves a genuinely indelible impression. A
combination of my own academic education (which pretty much destroyed the magic
of the movies) and a gradual desensitisation towards challenging and provocative
material means that most films cross my line of sight with barely a blip on my
internal Richter scale. But occasionally one can still find that precious
diamond buried beneath the tonnes of coal. It doesn’t surprise me in the least
that when such a discovery is made the film is quite often a product of the
1970’s. One such recent discovery was an Australian film called Wake in Fright, a nightmarish narrative
that left me bewildered and devastated in equal measure. That we can now view Wake in Fright in a pristine high
definition transfer is a tremendous privilege. For decades the only print of
the film in existence was considered totally insufficient for either VHS or DVD
release. But thanks to the dogged efforts of the films editor Anthony Buckley,
the negatives were located, and one of the most important restoration processes
in modern film history was able to take place.
Wake
in Fright is a cloying and insidious experience. It taps into
fundamental and universal fears, principally in this case the terror of
isolation, alienation, paranoia, and the horror generated by a world without
rules; a world in which the ideological, political, and social safety nets that
have been steadily constructed over centuries of civilisation have suddenly
been removed. The isolation and alienation is indicated immediately by the 360
degree pan that opens the film; a lonely and dilapidated railway station that
is barely fit for service, an equally tired and decaying hotel, and a small
schoolhouse. These three objects are surrounded by wide open space, the
landscape is arid shrub land, a scorching desert tract, no points of reference;
a panorama lifted from a primal nightmare. Into this benighted and inhospitable
terrain comes schoolteacher John Grant (Gary Bond), a man of education,
intelligence and free thinking; a man whose sardonic attitude to the local
culture is about to be shattered as he attempts to get to Sydney for the
Christmas holidays.
Wake
in Fright is littered with moments of dark irony. Grant’s
refusal of a beer on the train to Bundanyabba is referenced at the end of the
film, when on the journey back he accepts a beer with gratitude and relief. It
is this event more than anything that illustrates the extent to which Grant has
become absorbed into the culture of the Australian outback. It is important to
note that Grant is a bonded teacher, and in effect his inexorable journey into
the dark heart of outback life is a direct result of his economic situation. He
wouldn’t even be in this rural locale were it not for this bondage. His
decision to gamble all of his money in a game of ‘two up’ is out of desperation
to raise the funds necessary to pay off the bond. His inevitable bad luck means
he his stuck in the mining town of Bundanyabba, a place in which the locals spend
most of their time drinking...and drinking...and drinking! An early encounter
with the local law enforcement Jock Crawford (Chips Rafferty) provides a
warning to Grant that he chooses to ignore; the police officer’s main task is
to clear up suicides! Although Crawford takes Grant under his wing on his first
night in the ‘Yabba’, it is clear Crawford is testing the young man, pushing
him to drink more than he wants, and occasionally a look crosses the lawman’s
face which is very disquieting. It develops an uneasy subtext which resurfaces
a number of times in the film, that John Grant is being played, and silently
mocked.
With the loss of his
money Grant embarks on an odyssey of self destruction. At first he accepts the
generosity of the locals, but pretty soon a vortex of rampant and unchecked
machismo, misogyny, racism, and barely hidden homo-eroticism sucks him deep
into its dark heart. From the moment Grant hooks up with another educated émigré
Doc Tydon (Donald Pleasance), a doctor who was struck off in the city, but is
able to practice in the outback, and is subsequently supported by the
townsfolk, his fate is sealed. If the film has a villain then it is surely
Tydon. A man who years before was clearly in the same position Grant finds
himself in, but instead of challenge the prevailing culture, Tydon chose to
embrace it. He is paid in beer and sex, and this satisfies him. He is a villain
because he knows better, and instead of assisting Grant to resist this heady
and destructive maelstrom, he watches it develop. In point of fact he actively
accelerates the process, by inviting Grant to join him and two others on a
violent Kangaroo hunt. This sequence is the most troubling and disturbing in
the film, but it illustrates the extent to which Grant has gone native. The
hunt is an orgy of depravity, a vile exercise of contempt towards the landscape
and the nature that resides on it.
The unrelenting heat is
brought vividly to life by the saturated cinematography of Brian West; the
camera alights on every drop of sweat, on the sheer physical effort of existing
from day to day in an unforgiving environment. It is often said that the
outsiders view is the one that can best identify the neuroses and faults of a
society. The film was directed by Canadian Ted Kotcheff, a man whose television
career largely overshadowed that of his film career; though he did go on to
make the thematically similar First Blood
(1982). The screenplay was written by Evan Jones who is Jamaican. The novel
itself was written by Australian journalist Kenneth Cook, and the raw
authenticity of the film undoubtedly derives from the very real experiences
that formed the basis of the novel. It is hard to put one’s finger on just what
is so horrifying about John Grant’s descent into oblivion. I think it is
perhaps the loss of control, the inevitability of his attempted suicide, the
lack of a safe refuge, the knowing looks exchanged by the men leading him into
the abyss. Wake in Fright is a
genuine existential nightmare, and it is one that leaves the civilising forces
of education scattered to the four winds. This is horror in the true human
sense of the term, and it disturbs on an emotive and primal level, this film
demands to be seen by as wide an audience as possible.
© Shaun Anderson 2013
Thanks for the kind words John! This is one film I really had to nail in a review. I'd have never felt happy, if I had let this one off the hook.
ReplyDeleteStarted reading, but chose not to finish, since I know this is one I plan on watching ASAP. In certain genre films, it doesn't matter to me if I've been clued into the plot - others, however, need to be seen fresh, with only the info one might find say on the back of a VHS or DVD jacket.
ReplyDeleteThis showed at an indie/revival house here in LA recently, and I'd meant to see it, but life took over. I've been bummed about it ever since.
Nice review ! I put this one on my list.
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