The writings of Bill Mousoulis
Dreams for Australian Cinema
When Matthew Clayfield in his interesting article “Killing the Gatekeeper: Autonomy, Globality and Reclaiming Australian Cinema” (1) opens with the statement that “those of us who actually care about Australian cinema … are perpetually disillusioned”, it’s at once a familiar and provocative gambit, tapping into, as it does, both our disgust and hope for Australian cinema. Of course, different people are disillusioned for different reasons, from those bemoaning the lack of box office receipts of Australian films, to those bemoaning the lack of artistic quality in said films. Clayfield is clearly in the latter camp, but the problems are obviously related to each other.
Cinema is a dream. Art in general is a salvation, as well as a pleasure, and a critique, but cinema is a special art, the one closest to reality, and, because of that, the one actually furthest from reality – the art (artifice) being in great relief to the object posed. Film is a “magic window”, both to and from the world. (And “the world”, of course, includes all the art – all the films – it has produced.) Film both reflects and creates reality. Clayfield’s essay postulates that Australian cinema (the filmmakers, but mainly the film funding agencies) has been stuck in a particular groove the past 30 years, endlessly trying to produce a “national cinema”, in its quest to be distinctive, relevant and successful. And that, here’s the catch, that’s actually harmed rather than helped in the creation of quality films, because, apart from creating stereotypes and cliches within the films themselves, the focus on identity-construction has taken valuable energy away from other areas (mainly formal ones). It’s a reasonable argument, and Clayfield rightly also equates the implementation of “political correctness” with this overwrought construction of “nationality”. A double whammy. For hardline critics and cinephiles, this creates an Australian cinema which is limited (in the face of the riches of international cinema), and for a general audience, it creates a cinema akin to a lecture: “This is what we are” (as opposed to “This is what we do” or “This is what we could be”). Even the mainstream media started having a go last year (2004), voicing their disapproval at the dire state of the industry. But it’s not as simple a situation as all this would suggest: there are more questions than answers.
Firstly, which Australian cinema are we talking about? Why is it that the markers, the reference points, are high-profile works such as Somersault (Cate Shortland, 2004), Tom White (Alkinos Tsilimidos, 2004), Japanese Story (Sue Brooks, 2003)? And why is it that – even when we know why films such as Somersault are used as examples – other works are not brought in and discussed? There is a thrall to both capitalism and singularity in this country – at any one time, only one or two works are in the spotlight. There’s not only an historical amnesia occurring here, but a cultural one. Even by critics who should know better.
For me, my marker, no, my touchstone, for 2004 was Dreams for Life (Anna Kannava, 2004). It is getting some exposure and recognition now, in 2005, being on a national tour (2), but only due to the determined efforts of its production company. This truly is a work of “dreaming” – it eschews the low-key naturalism that seems to be Australian cinema’s millstone, and dares for a stylised realism which incorporates elements of dream. Indeed, the film’s action seems to be taking place simultaneously in its conceived world and the protagonist’s subjectivity. Radical? In the face of Resnais, Rivette, Ruiz? No, but in the context of Australian cinema, Dreams for Life is a supreme achievement: complex, moving, stylish, and, as I say, daring.
Let’s look at one aspect of the film from the perspective of Clayfield’s feelings on the creation of “nationality” in Australian cinema: the identity-construction of the main character Ellen (Maria Mercedes). As a portrait of a woman turning 40, the film, whilst working these things with sensitivity and sophistication, offers up a quite conventional psychology: she feels she is ageing, she feels she needs to resolve some things from the past, etc. As a portrait of a Greek-Australian woman, however, the film is an absolute corker, in the way it downplays the Greekness of the character. There are only several references to Ellen’s Greekness in the film, but they are telling: they produce a deep background of Greekness in her, but nothing more and nothing less. And this is how life is for many of us Greek-Australians – we don’t grapple with our identity, or clash with our parents over cultural issues, et cetera ad infinitum. Our Greekness is not “an issue” – it is simply there, part of our make-up. Yet for too long now Australian cinema has constantly presented non-Anglo types as stereotypes of their culture. Dreams for Life breaks that mould.
Australian cinema is daring to dream at the moment, and daring to act. The media harping on about 2004 being a poor year for Australian cinema got it only half right: it was a poor year commercially, not artistically. That the (mainstream) media equates the two things is sad, but expected. A number of imaginative and even innovative low-budget features were made and/or unveiled in 2004: Orange Love Story (Tom Cowan, 2003), Hamlet X (James Clayden, 2003), The Ister (David Barison & Daniel Ross, 2004), The Widower (Kevin Lucas, 2004), The Garth Method (Gregory Pakis, 2004), Forever (Ben Speth, 2004), Welcome to Greensborough (Tom McEvoy, 2004), In the Moment (Paul Jeffery, 2004), Anthem (Tahir Cambis & Helen Newman, 2004), The Captives (Mark La Rosa, 2004) and, of course, Dreams for Life. (3) Most of these received one-off screenings here and there, but nothing more than that. (4) But is this surprising? If films like Tom White struggle at the box office, with their publicity machines in full swing, what chance the above films? The arthouse audience is small in Australia, and the “alternative arthouse” audience even more so.
But is this glass half empty or half full? And if the liquid in it looks and tastes a bit different, does that mean it is lesser than Coca-Cola? As noted earlier, Dreams for Life is getting some exposure this year thanks to self-initiatives on the part of its production company, MusicArtsDance. The producer of the film, Aanya Whitehead, is working in a very hands-on way to ensure screenings and publicity for the film occur. Orange Love Story also received a run of screenings last year, bypassing conventional distribution and exhibition, at the quietly famous Waverley Pinewood Cinema, which has digital projection set up (Dalkeith [Leigh Sheehan, 2001] has had a legendary long-term run at the cinema). It strikes me that the Australian Centre for the Moving Image (which hosted the public premiere of Forever), as well as two of the commercial arthouse cinemas (the Nova and the Lumiere), should be utilised for more one-off (and runs of?) screenings of work of this kind – work which is not “commercial” as such, but work which clearly has an audience, an audience which could get to see these films with some co-operation between the films’ producers and the cinemas.
But the questions multiply: does the proliferation of innovative micro-budget features have any relevance, let alone influence, on the broader, more mainstream, feature film landscape? Are the FFC and AFC aware of these films? Will the directors of these films, in the coming years, shape their concerns into the $3m. feature paradigm, or will they push for just a “reasonable” scaling-up of their budgets (say, from $10,000 to $300,000)? Can one party see the other? Can artistic and financial practices be challenged and overthrown? The AFC’s “IndiVision” initiative seems to be a step in this direction – but let’s check the pudding.
Matthew Clayfield lists Crimson Gold (Jafar Panahi, 2003) and Samaritan Girl (Kim Ki-duk, 2004) as “signposts for the Australian industry at present”. Neither film is likely to be released in Australia. Adrian Martin is less pessimistic about Australian cinema at the present. In his article “We should come to praise, not bury”, (5) he anticipates upcoming features by John Hillcoat, Rowan Woods, Margot Nash, Robert Connolly and others with excitement. But he duly notes: “Talented directors do not get enough opportunities to make films”. Australia has got the bad rep. of being a “first-and-only-time-director” country. Australia needs to start looking at countries other than America for its production model.
It needs to start respecting and nurturing people and ideas that it perhaps has shunned in the past, for whatever reasons. It needs to fight financial paradigms, rather than bowing to them, and then despairing at the poor results. It needs to be imaginative, intelligent, bold. It needs to dream, and hard.
I stand by my window calling him back: Ellen! Ellen! Ellen …! I call. I call my own name. – Dreams for Life
(1) Senses of Cinema, Issue 33, Oct-Dec 2004. link here
(2) See the Dreams for Life page on the MusicArtsDance website.
(3) There is also an equal amount of activity now, in 2005, mainly in Melbourne, especially with micro-budget features, with films either being shot or edited from the following directors: James Clayden, Ashleigh Eastwood, Kieran Galvin, Jon Hewitt, David King, Ben Speth, Valentyne Taylor, Alkinos Tsilimidos, Jason Turley, myself, and no doubt several others.
(4) For films made at this level, with little or no government or commercial funds, exposure at film festivals is the first step towards any kind of shelf life. Dreams for Life, shortlisted (but not selected) for Cannes, was surprisingly rejected by the Melbourne International Film Festival (MIFF). And with the recent unveiling of the 2005 programs for MIFF and the Melbourne Underground Film Festival (MUFF), a pattern for micro-budget features is clear – MIFF does not program them unless they already have some kind of external sanctioning attached to them (overseas festivals for Hamlet X and The Ister, or AFC-funding for Satellite [Ben Speth, 2005]), whilst MUFF tends to program the genre (horror, thriller) micro-budget features, plus also providing a home for non-MIFF selected features. There are indeed over a dozen Australian features in this year’s MUFF, but it is generally only selection in MIFF which can generate any kind of commercial life for a film. In this regard, MIFF has failed miserably in recent years to provide support for those filmmakers who are truly independent, the festival programmers deciding to bypass all kinds of films that have no distribution in place – from the aforementioned genre films that MUFF plays, to more conventional comedy/dramas such as The Garth Method, Hostage to Fate (Angelo Salamanca, 2003), and Puppy (Kieran Galvin, 2005), to more formally inventive work like In the Moment and The Captives. And then there is the bizarre case of a film from a couple of years back – The Magician (Scott Ryan, 2003). Rejected by MIFF and most other festivals, it screened at MUFF in 2003, winning several awards, and this year the film has re-emerged, with a distributor involved, and with MIFF screening it. Is there any logic to this? MIFF rejected it previously, and now they are screening it, in the process also breaking their rule about not screening works that have previously screened in Melbourne. (The current incarnation of the film is slightly different to the 2003 one, but it is essentially the same film.) Yes, there is a logic to this. One determined by the vested interests inherent in any capitalist structuring of the arts.
(5) The Age, February 15, 2005. By the way, compromising Martin’s overview of Australian cinema circa 2005, The Age’s editors deleted several paragraphs on micro-budget/alternative works.
© Bill Mousoulis 2005
This review first appeared in Senses of Cinema, No.36, 2005.