MIFF 2011: Melbourne on Film Program 1

Recommended for: The elderly, people from Melbourne, history teachers.

Score: N/A

Part one in a two part program of short historical films about Melbourne. Part 2 screens on Friday the 5th of August.

The American(1959)

Tongue in cheek film begins with an American standing on Princess bridge narrating what sounds like a postcard to his mother while ogling at a passing lady *wink wink nudge nudge*. Interesting predecessor to the Barry McKenzie films with the crude depictions of Australians as easy going, sports mad, beer swilling white supremacists blokes

Melbourne Wedding Belle (1954)

Twee short about a Englishman arriving in Australia for his daughters wedding at St James church. Father of the bride pops into the horse races on the way, only to bet his wedding present with hilarious, albeit predictable, consequences. Meanwhile the groom, an upstanding Doctor no less, stops in the pub, has a bit too much too drink and realises he’s forgotten the ring at the hospital. Serious film scholars are divided over whether or not he is shagging one of the nurses. All of this is narrated in limerick form, the writers going on to produce many successful commercials for Windscreen O’Brien.

Life in Australia(1966)

While worthy of inclusion and historically interesting I must admit I was starting to pray for an interval at this point in the program. FACT: people ate a lot of roast chicken.

The Cleaners (1969)

Ever wondered who cleans up the rubbish? The cleaners that’s who! Part moral hygiene, part Allen Ginsburg inspired buddhist chant this 1969 short is a flashback to a time when littering earned you a gentle tsk tsk rather than a $200 fine. Much like the Grateful Dead’s 20 minute guitar solos were replaced by the Knack in the 80s, we later learned the virtue of having a simple message.

The Melbourne Concert Hall(1982)

Well shot documentary of the Melbourne Concert Hall and Arts centres construction between 1973 and 1982. The only documentary on the program with interviews, it provided some cerebral relief as well as being a bit of porn for audiophiles.

Sunday in Melbourne (1958)

Odd little film, not least because of it’s socialist bent, Sunday in Melbourne was probably my favorite filmette of the bunch. Footage of men and women in hats going to the church and drinking by the yarra is juxtaposed with footage of catweazel-esque homeless men. “Is he winning or has he dropped out of the game?” muses the narrator over footage of one such lovable tramp; it’s a moment that seems surprisingly incongruous for the time and alarmingly more radical than anything shown on television these days.

-Gram

You Can’t Go Home Again: The Ballard of Nicholas Ray (part 3)

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Rebel Without A Cause (1955), the most well known and well played of Rays films, is up first in this week’s Cinematheque double feature which also marks the end of the Nicholas Ray retrospective. I must admit that I do feel a little foolish writing about such a seminal piece of cinematic history but I shall press on nonetheless. This inter-generational classic stars James Dean as Jim Stark who cannot relate to his peers and does not take well to the authority around him. At his new school he meets Judy (Natalie Wood) and Plato (Sal Mineo) as well as the school gang which is headed by Buzz.
Ray manages to highlight the growing post-war economic prosperity, alongside the alienation that teenagers are experiences in a forever widening generational-gap. The epitome of sex, drugs, & rock ‘n’ roll is portrayed fabulously by the young cast.

To end the evening is Party Girl (1958) yet another film lauded by those of the nouvelle vague and known for Ray’s use of a strikingly rich colour-pallet. Set in Chicago in the 1920s the film stars Robert Taylor as mob lawyer Thomas Farrell. After meeting dancing girl Vicki Gaye (Cid Charisse) Farrell decides to leave the mob business yet mob boss Rico Angelo threatens to hurt Gaye, forcing Farrell to make some quick decisions and learning that drama can happen not just in the court room, but in real life as well.

And so ends Melbourne Cinematheque for July. After taking a brief hiatus to make room for the Melbourne International Film Festival (21 July- 7 August, which you should all be going to) it shall return August 17th with a three-week look at Masahiro Shinoda.

Oz Classic: Turkey Shoot (1982)

By Gram Morris

3 prawns

Trying to explain Turkeyshoot’s plot would feel like an exaggeration; after all the film-makers never did.

Budget problems meant the first 12 pages of the script were thrown out and serious film critics like Phillip Adams would probably like to ask director Brian Trenchard-Smith why he stopped there.

DVD Review: The Boat that Rocked

Once upon a time, before Steve Jobs, there was radio. People would spend their Sunday afternoons engaged in productive and unsatanic activities; washing the dishes, cooking pumpkin pie and listening to the weather broadcast and Engelbert Humperdinck. Who needed pop and rock when you had the BBC to keep you informed of all things weather and Humperdinck related?

Driven by the spirit and music of the 60s, Radio Caroline was a rebellious punch-in-the-face to the conservative mind dampening media and government of the UK. The original pirate radio station, Radio Caroline was one of several stations that operated off shore making them immune to the stifling regulations that the BBC were forced to adhere to.

The Boat that Rocked sees Richard Curtis of Four Weddings stock turn this “stick it to the man” story into a camp spectacularrr. The government is represented by a Hitler-like prime minister and his assistant “Twatt” (hint: you’re not supposed to like him). PM and Twatt try to ban Radio Rock by establishing the Marine Broadcasting Offences Act (just as it happened with Radio Caroline). However after failing to do so, they go after these ‘geezers’ to shoot ‘em down & knock ‘em dead. The climax is, of course, when the boat starts to sink. People get panicky, fights occur, and things are starting to look a little less The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou and a little more Titanic aboard Radio Rock.

Thankfully this is no Titanic; as scruffy bearded beer bellied Americans replace blue eyed angel faced DiCaprios, with lesbian cooks that would have Kate Winslett running back to the Nunnery. Titanic lacked decent music, records, and colourful pennants and not only does this film have them in spades but it’s whimsical nature allows viewers to sit back, enjoy sweet comedy and feel nostalgic about the “good ol’ days”.

What’s so adorable about this film is that everyone (well, except for the PM and Twatt) loves girls and/or rock’n’roll, and there isn’t much else going on in their mind.

Aya Kuroki

DVD Review: Sister Smile

Sister Smile is based on the true story of Jeanine Deckers, a Nun hit wonder who fell into obscurity after recording the hit single Dominique in 1963. While her appearances on the Ed Sullivan show might have ended soon after, her story certainly did not not as her outspoken views on birth control put her at odds with the catholic church and left her in financial ruin. A failed attempt to reinvent herself as a disco star was unsuccessful and she committed suicide with her partner in 1985.

The story has been well documented with various books and off broadway productions released over the years as well as a 1966 film adaptation starring Debbie Reynolds. Her success might even have been the inspiration for the Peter Cook and Dudley Moore Leaping nun sketch in 1966.

Growing up in a bakery run by her stern mother, Jeanine decides to defy her parents and run off to the nunnery. Unable to fit in to the non-expressive rigidity of austere convent life, Jeanine is permitted the return of her guitar on which she plays her original song, Dominique, the song that propels her to dizzying heights of fame.

After her decision to leave the church to pursue a career as a singer, her life begins a slow decline as she ends up rejected by church and family for her advocacy of contraception and for living with her lesbian lover. It’s no surprise that songs like Glory be to God for the Golden Pill left her in a cultural no mans land; too radical for the church, too churchy for the radicals

The infamous golden pill record

Jeanine is played exceptionally well by Cecile de France who showcases strength and ability in the role and perfectly captures her characters strong will and rebellious nature.

Unfortunately the story adapts a softly softly approach and fails to point the finger at the Catholic Church who, along with the record company Phillips, kept the majority of her royalties and left her financially broken. While the film had the opportunity to present this story in a much more confronting light, perhaps it was the fear of exactly what had happened to Jeanine, that caused director Stijn Coninx to shy away, leaving us robbed of some substantial drama and to wonder the point.

I can’t help thinking that if this film were directed by a woman we may have been led to look less romantically at her beauty and breasts and more at the angst she must have been experiencing as victim of the church’s greed and her own desperate ache for love, an emotion she “didn’t know how to do”. The whole aspect of her suicide was glossed over as a romantic act devoid of any underlying reasons.

Beverly Callow and Gram Morris( who hasn’t actually seen the film but likes stories about Nuns who put out disco records)

Book Review: Portable Grindhouse: The Lost Art of the VHS Box

Last week I was reminiscing about the way in which Horror films were marketed in the 1980′s and what a fine job they did convincing the 8 year old me that seeing Fright Night Part 2, despite probably being a piece of shit, was something like the goyim equivilant of a bah mitzvah

The point is that even though the films themselves were awful, the skill involved in the posters, marketing and concept itself were pure genius. There was a rumor that Nightmare on Elm street 2 was so scary that teenagers in the US had killed themselves after seeing it. Who cared if neither Wes Craven or Johnny Depp were involved? Who cared if it was any good? A video so scary that you could die if you watched it? Good had nothing to do with it.

The concepts didn’t have to be complicated. Hellraiser might have been about the occult, sadomasochism and morality under duress and fear but when you’re 8, none of those words mean anything. All that mattered is that you wanted to see the film about the guy with freaking pins in his face.

Obviously I’m not the only one who feels this way because Fantagraphics books have just put out a book celebrating the art of VHS covers. Keeping in mind that VCRs were not widely adopted until the 1980′s, going into any mainstream suburban video store was a wonderland of possibilities. The book comes packaged in it’s own VHS sleeve and lots of covers you probably never remember seeing. Hmmmmm received nostalgia!

Heaven’s Gate: Minute by Minute: Part 34

The peach philanderer is in the market for a rifle. It’s quite a diverse shop that James finds himself in. From it, you can purchase (aside from hovering bicycles), harmonicas and all sorts of weapons. Why can’t you buy instruments from gun shops anymore? This seems a shame. Weapons were once synonymous with music. My father bought his first ukulele from a knife shop and large weapons manufacturers used to invest heavily in instrument technology. If only the US government hadn’t ceased funding Lockheed’s laser guitar, popular music would have been revolutionised! Instead, they opted for a government program independent of big weapons and aerospace companies to develop the keytar. When will people stop demonising companies whose products wreak destruction and realise that peace = keytars.

DVD Review: REC

Back in the late 80s my favorite thing to do was to go to the horror section of the video store and look at all the videos that mum would never in a million years let me watch (actually it turned out to be only three but when you’re eight years old, thats half your life away). Nightmare on Elm street, Jason, Fright Night, the Evil Dead. One video,Fright Night 2, was so scary that the cover had to be shaped like a coffin to warn children away, the evil printed on the video tape so potent that it had somehow morphed into the cover, rendering it oddly hideous and satanic.

I used to ogle over each one, taking my time with the screen shots, subconciously learning the copy by heart. How could you forget something as wonderfully stupid as the text that accompanied Bride of Chucky “Chucky gets Lucky”. Just trying to imagine how scary and exciting it would be to actually watch one of these things made my stomach turn.

Sadly my mum’s catholic upbringing made her suspicious of anything that didn’t feature a horse riding school or a band of 10 year olds capable of solving mysteries.

Fast forward 22 years and a copy of REC sits on my desk. ‘Experience Fear’ the cover promises. I’m not 8 years old anymore Mum. I’m a big boy and I can watch whatever I want! Sadly the experience of too many bad horror films, not to mention the recent spate of zombie films has well and truly sucked the marrow out of what was once a revered genre.

Although well received by many and scary in places, REC did nothing to reignite my passion for the horror film. A team of TV reporters follow a squad of fireman on “just another mundane night shift”. The footage is completely live and unedited as a routine call brings them to an apartment building where something evil is a brewin’. That something evil is actually a zombie virus and they spend the next 90 minutes running around, turning the camera on and off like some spanish episode of scooby doo.

I started to wonder why it was that not one of the victims in REC acted like they had ever seen a Zombie film before. You would think somebody, sometime would say, “hang on I live in the world of Popular Culture, I’m familiar with the work of George Romero, listen to me guys, it works like this” Alarm bells really should be ringing but I found the general level of Zombie ignorance staggering.

If Blair Witch Project had never been made then this would be innovative and interesting but that’s like saying I invented the internet. What’s more annoying is that the violence starts too early and any chance of suspense is lost; like someone confessing their love to you on a first date, REC leaves you with nowhere to go.

With a sequel already made due and several spin offs in the works, it seems that as long as there are 8 year olds and hydroponic weed at affordable prices the REC brand will have a solid fan base.

DVD Review: LOL (Laughing Out Loud)

Everyone in LOL is totally hot. Lol is hot, her boyfriend is hot, Lol’s mum is hot, Lol’s maths teacher is hot, Lol’s friends are hot. You get the idea.

Heaven’s Gate: Minute by Minute: Part 33

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Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, oh my goodness! Hovering bicycles! How are they flying and why is no one paying any attention to them? Were flying bikes so common in the eighteen hundreds that their presence doesn’t even warrant an acknowledgement? Get on one Kristofferson and go and fight areal battles with other hover cyclists. The minute closes with a man watching Kristofferson. He has a dirty face and I’m going to assume a dirty mind… thinking about peaches. I don’t understand – if you’re going to invent a bike that flies, why would you put wheels on it? Surely the flying supersedes the wheels? It’d be like inventing a car with a horse in the bonnet.

To read parts 1-32, click the link at the top of the page.