#100 on David Stratton's list of marvellous movies. Mostly for Pamela Rabe who I saw in Ibsen's Ghosts a long while back. She's not great here. Directed by Samantha Lang from a script adapted by Laura Jones from Elizabeth Jolley's novel. I'm not in the target demographic and perhaps nobody is.
In a haircut that is almost fatal Mirando Otto appears at only child/spinster/Germanic Rabe's family farm somewhere near frigid Cooma/Nimmitabel as domestic help after a stretch in juvie. Patriarch Frank Wilson (Frank Wilson!) is almost dead and the only person with Rabe's interests in mind is relentlessly unromantic stock-and-station agent Paul Chubb. Things go as the themes force them to: a culture/music clash between 1940s isolated Europhile settler frugality and 1990s expansive hedonistic modernity, ease via capital gains and subdivision replacing honest toil, parental and male expectations from beyond the grave versus living orphanhood and sisterhood, obligation and responsibility against expediency, an unsound employer/employee relationship, mental unwellness. Too much misdirecting dead weight — much of it carried by single lines of dialogue, an expression on Rabe's face, a shared bed, a clean break in Otto's character, a repeated scene — robs the movie of its arthouse horror potential.
Mandy Walker's cinematography was generally terrible; the palette was too washed out though that may have been due to the format I saw it in. It is not an aesthetic triumph.
The Movie Show: David on the boost (satisfying, selected to compete at Cannes 1997 (!), The Servant, 4.5 stars of 5), Margaret more realistic (cheated (!), just a yarn, 3.5 stars of 5). Stratton at Variety at the time. A. O. Scott: The Blair Witch Project, Picnic at Hanging Rock. But it isn't at all scary; I think he and Stratton took more to the movie than the movie brought to its audience. Ozmovies claims they'll be back after a few weeks of renovation (here's hoping) and in the meantime they suggest we use archive.org for all the details. "[S]old at the time as a psychological thriller, but it’s short on psychology and definitely short on thrills." Theatrical. Rabe's character is a city person's idea of a farm woman. Perhaps I am insufficiently steeped in Freudianism.
