March 12, 2002

Phillip Noyce & Ningali Lawford: Rabbit-Proof Fence

Originally published in Scoop Magazine

The early films of director Phillip Noyce, such as ‘Newsfront’ and ‘Heatwave’, have left an indelible mark on Australia’s cultural landscape. After the success of 1989 thriller ‘Dead Calm’ propelled him into the Hollywood stratosphere, the past decade has seen him remodelled as an established blockbuster man with such behemoths as ‘Patriot Games’ and ‘The Bone Collector’ to his name.

A decade is a long time away from home in the belly of the machine, however. 2002 sees Noyce return to his homeland to tell a story of the stolen generation and, in the sweeping outback brushstrokes of ‘Rabbit-Proof Fence’, create what may just be one of the most important Australian films in decades.

“I was contracted to make a $220 million adaptation of Tom Clancy’s ‘The Sum of All Fears’, which was to star Harrison Ford,” recalls an exhausted Noyce, putting the finishing touches to the film just a week before its first screening. “It was to be the third in the series of Clancy novels, and Harrison was having doubts about doing another one. I was holed up in a New York hotel working with a writer and trying to convince Harrison to commit.

“The ridiculousness of the situation finally got to meoI woke up one morning and thought I’m in the wrong country, I’m in the wrong city, I should go back to Australia and make ‘Rabbit-Proof Fence’. The daunting nature of the blockbuster, where in many ways you are directing traffic as much as directing, just got me downothis film was an antidote to the Hollywood machine.”

‘Rabbit-Proof Fence’ tells the true story of Molly Craig (Everlyn Sampi), a young Aboriginal girl stolen from her family in Jigalong, Western Australia, in 1931. Sent to the Moore River settlement by the white authorities, “for their own good”, the girls were early victims of a government policy which the nation still struggles to come to terms with to this day. Along with her younger sister and cousin (Tianna Sansbury and Laura Monaghan), she escapes the settlement and sets off on a 1500-mile journey, pursued by the authorities, knowing little except that if they follow the rabbit-proof fence, which separates the East of Australia from the West, they will find their way home again.

After dragging renowned Australian cinematographer and ex-Merchant Mariner Christopher Doyle from “under a barstool”, the greatest challenge Noyce would face in the production of the film was finding and preparing three young Aboriginal girls to carry the film, and to draw natural emotions from their performances.

“Pretty early on in the casting process, we realised that we were going to need to look in the hinterlands for kids that were more in contact with traditional lifestyle,” he recalls. “They were cast because they were natural performers, but I could never hope for them to absorb all of the technical needs of film acting in just two weeks of preparation and seven weeks of shooting. Each of them was typecast according to their natural similarities to the characters that they were playing.

“Everlyn Sampi, who plays Molly, the eldest and the leader of the group, is herself very proud and singular minded and she is a determined young woman who doesn’t like being told what to do. She brings all of those characteristics to her portrayal of Molly without even being told what to do.”

“Everlyn was a bit of a bitch here and there,” laughs actress Ningali Lawford, her on-screen mother, “but she was fantastic. Everlyn is in the middle, between a teenager and a little girl, so there’s all that stuff she has to go through, it’s a nasty age.”

Sampi is the spiritual and emotional centre of the film, a radiant screen presence seemingly nonplussed by the gravity of starring alongside such screen legends as David Gulpilil (eWalkabout’, ‘Crocodile Dundee’) and Kenneth Branagh. Off-screen, however, it was a different story.

“She left the set many times,” Noyce admits, “but that was okay because she was playing the part of a kid who didn’t want to be locked up and told what to do. The more that she related to me as a de facto A.O. Neville [the infamous chief eprotector’ of Aborigines] the better. I was the authority figure in her life who was telling her that she had to do things because they were for her own good, and sometimes she was willing to believe me and often not. That was fine, because she used that to fuel her performance.”

The most confronting scene in ‘Rabbit-Proof Fence’ is the harrowing abduction of the children from the Jigalong settlement, which was, for Noyce, an outpouring of rage, fear and shock that strikes at the very core of our nation’s history.

“Two of the children and all of the indigenous adult performers had family members who had been taken,” he says. “They have grown up with these stories in their memories and it was almost like all the pain of 200-plus years of contact and confrontation between two very different cultures came out in the re-enactment of that scene. It was like it was all vomited up.”

Lawford, perhaps best known to Western Australians as the face of the Water Corporation and for her work with the Yirra Yaakin theatre company, confronted deeply personal emotions as she found her character fighting with the authorities, searching for some comprehension of an incomprehensible action.

“My father was taken away, along with his brothers, and I was just putting myself in my grandmother’s position,” she recalls. “I was there, it didn’t become a set for me, it became reality. My mum was there as welloit was really sad for her. We all cried, everybody on set cried.”

Despite the inherently Australian nature of ‘Rabbit-Proof Fence’, and its great significance as a long-overdue look at a dark chapter of Australian history, Noyce believes it has a reach far beyond our shores.

“The story has a special significance to Australians,” he says, “but the storyOeis a universal one, and I’m sure the film will play on an emotional level everywhere that it is shown. All of the political issues are embodied in what is a very, very simple, emotion-driven storyothree girls get taken from their families and incarcerated, they escape, and they struggle to get home.”

Beyond the performances of its actors, and the power of its story, perhaps the greatest thing to take from ‘Rabbit-Proof Fence’, as Lawford testifies, is simply that the time has come when its story can be told.

“I’m lucky that it’s not a policy now in my time, with my children,” she says.

“It is a story, and a warning, but it is real. It will put light into that part of our dark history.”

February 11, 2002

Low

Originally published in Hype Magazine

Low, a band for whom the word ‘slowcore’ had to be invented, sound like nothing else you’ve ever heard. The lingering tempo and mournful lyrics of husband and wife duo Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker paint a sweeping emotional canvas where the real heartbreak is found in the moments between notes, where the empty spaces swallow you whole. After a week of missed calls to their hometown of Duluth, Minnesota, Hype tracked down Sparhawk in Melbourne via the mobile phone of their ex-Perth labelmates Sodastream, and asked him where Low’s unique sound originated.

“We were fairly young when we started the band, and there were certain influences that we were pulling from, but it became evident right away that this was a new thing that not a lot of people had done before,” he explains. “There were some elements going on that hadn’t been explored very much — mostly it was the spiritual, transcendent thing that can happen when you explore minimalism and repetition, quietness or subtleness.

“A slow pace rips a song open and opens it up to a bit more, I don’t want to say drama, but it seems like a lot of we do is stripping things down to a very simple language in the hope that in doing so, whatever you’re trying to say will be a little bit more powerful.

“At the same time, you’re taking a risky road in that most people in passing are just going to hear something quiet and think that there’s nothing going on here, I’m not going to listen and invest my mind. But we try to make something there for people who do listen.”

Low’s last two albums, ‘Secret Name’ and ‘Things We Lost in the Fire’, have been produced by the legendary Steve Albini, a man known more for his mastery of fuzz than for Low’s brand of sparse minimalism.

“Steve seems to work at the same pace and ethic as we do, which is usually pretty fast,” explains Sparhawk. “The Auteurs record he did was very lush. He is just really good at capturing sound, that’s why a lot of those harder records have such an edge. If that amp is screaming, he’s going to pick that sound up and get it on tape. There’s an art to that.”

Their last long-player opens with Sparhawk and Parker in duet, crying “when they found your body, giant X’s on your eyes”, and from there delves into a sombre, dark lyrical world perfectly in tune with the sprawl of the music. Sparhawk claims that the band’s reputation for serious, dark songwriting stems from a desire for honesty.

“It’s kind of a personal thing and I’m pretty picky about what I’ll let myself say. We’ve always felt that whatever is said is going to have to be something you really mean, because you are going to have to get up in front of people and say it. I don’t think our lyrics are terribly negative, but they are serious.”

On Low’s first visit to Australia, Sparhawk admits to being tentative about the size of their audiences on the other side of the world.

“We get correspondence once in a while, but it is always hard to tell until you come and do a show and people show up,” he says. “We always expect twenty people to show up, so it’s nice when everything goes well. Once in a while, maybe thirty people will come.”

Their gig at the Watershed on February 14 gives Low an opportunity to play in a small-scale music festival, but Sparhawk is openly relieved that they aren’t faced with a mega-festival situation.

“If we’re thrown on the bill of a huge music festival, we don’t go so well,” he laughs. “It’s Huey Lewis and the News, and now here’s Low! Well that was fun, bring on the Red Hot Chilli Peppers!”

As serious and slow as their reputation claims them to be, Low have, of late, begun to rock out a little more. On their wonderful ‘Christmas’ EP, one could have almost accused them of being, well, jaunty.

“The Christmas EP has some shiny moments,” Sparhawk concedes. “The more we do this, the more we are open to letting go and thinking that if a song happens to be somewhat positive, let’s let that be, let’s not stifle that, obviously that’s something we’re feeling.

“There’s some rock business going on the last album. We’ve got a couple of new songs that may be construed as a little more rock, but it’s just something we step into a little bit once in a while, to mixed success as far as our own feelings about it, but it depends on the night. Sometimes playing the loud songs feels a little wrong.”

February 6, 2002

Domestic Disturbance

Originally published in Hype Magazine

Director: Harold Becker
Starring: John Travolta, Vince Vaughn, Matt O’Leary, Teri Polo, Steve Buscemi

Have you ever seen a major Hollywood star defy gravity? Look out the window—there’s John Travolta falling from the stars, and he’s falling faster than anybody thought possible. Once upon a time, after one failed career, Quentin Tarantino gave the disco-king a chance at a second life in ‘Pulp Fiction’ and Travolta blew Hollywood away. After following up over the next few years with further memorable roles in films such as ‘Get Shorty’, ‘Face/Off’ and ‘Primary Colours’, something strange has happened recently. With his scientology creeping in at the edges in the worst film that nobody has ever seen, ‘Battlefield Earth’, and the worst haircut of 2001 in the inexcusable ‘Swordfish’, Vinnie Barbarino seems to have lost his legendary charisma. ‘Domestic Disturbance’ signals another low for a rapidly fading star — he is outshone by the wooden stylings of Vince Vaughn, Hollywood’s most uninspiring leading man (editor’s note, five years on: Vince found his feet in the frat pack, and now I love him muchly).

Veteran director Harold Becker (‘Sea of Love’, ‘City Hall’, ‘Taps’) should know better than to turn out a morally questionable b-grade thriller at this stage of his career, given a reputation for psychological thrillers that are both mature and suspenseful. Screenwriter Lewis Colick (‘October Sky’, ‘Ghosts of Mississipi’) also has a fair share of strong material under his belt, including the inexplicably brilliant ‘Judgment Night’. If nothing else, ‘Domestic Disturbance’ is proof that talent don’t mean nothing if you don’t use it.

Frank Morrison (Travolta) is an impossibly nice boat-builder in a small coastal city with hints of a drinking problem in his past. His twelve year-old son Danny (Matt O’Leary) lives with ex-wife Susan (Teri Polo — ‘Meet the Parents’), who is about to marry Rick Barnes (Vaughn), a wealthy newcomer to the town. In this little triangle, everybody gets along famously. Frank even helps Danny, who is wary of Rick’s enew dad’ status, to accept inevitable change as life marches on. But when a mysterious character from Rick’s past (Steve Buscemi) shows up on the wedding day, darkness begins to creep in at the edges of this wholesome character. Then Danny witnesses Rick committing a brutal murder, and nobody believes him, even the police, because he is a little brat who likes to make things up so his mum and new dad can split up. Enter ass-kicking real dad, no longer just a gentle boat-builder but bona fide hero, solving mysteries and pulping psycho-killer heads.

‘Domestic Disturbance’ is the same tired evil stepfather story, pursuing the line that any woman who chooses to remarry should suffer horrible consequences. Not a single original piece of dialogue is spoken in the entire film, as the cast plod through an ocean of clichEs looking positively bored. Only Buscemi is vaguely watchable, but even he delivers his eslimy weasel’ role with a certain bemused air. Despite laughable attempts to give his hero a dark side, Travolta’s character comes off as a ludicrously good guy, trained only to innocently paint boats and spout silly dialogue. Vaughn is even less scary here than we was in ‘Psycho’, and when the film takes a turn towards slasher territory in the final act, not even the twelve year-old O’Leary can muster up enough terror to seem afraid of him.

As cornball thrillers with simple moral messages go, ‘Domestic Disturbance’ offers few surprises. I learned that stepfathers are evil, police are stupid, twelve year-old boys never lie and that you should always listen to father, as father knows best. Let us hope that the once important Travolta has no plans to sink even lower on the Hollywood scale.

December 17, 2001

Monsoon Wedding

Originally published in Hype Magazine

Director: Mira Nair
Starring: Naseeruddein Shah, Lillete Dubey, Shefali Shetty, Vijay Raaz, Tilotama Shome, Vasundhara Das

Beneath India’s schizophrenic collision of high technology and ancient tradition, and from its stuffy old-Raj sensibilities to the explosion of sound and colour that hits you in the face as you stumble between bars and bazaars, there can be few more intense, sensory places on earth. Although its film industry has a (deserved) reputation for turning out an endless supply of incomprehensible four-hour gangster musicals, a long and proud tradition outside of the Bollywood machine, from the masterful work in of Satyajit Ray throughout the second half of the last century to Deepa Mehta’s spectacular ‘Fire’ and ‘Earth’, suggests that India has the potential to be a sleeping giant of world cinema.

Mira Nair (‘Mississippi Masala’, ‘Salaam Bombay!’) has had an impeccable knack for creating films which cross over from India to the global market, while never compromising on their frank examinations of contemporary Indian culture. ‘Monsoon Wedding’ takes place in New Delhi, a city located firmly on the truly Indian cusp of old and new. Centred on the wedding of Aditi (Vasundhara Das) and Hemant (Parvin Dabas), it is an Altman-esque story which spirals around the sprawling family of Aditi’s father, Lalit Verma (Naseeruddin Shah). As a Punjabi family, weddings are by no means registry office affairs for the Vermas, and with four days left and guests arriving from all over the world, Lalit and his wedding planner P.K. Dubey (Vijay Raaz) are beginning to run out of time to get everything ready.

Weddings are hardly the most challenging of subject matters, and with the comedy focussing on the beguiling, marigold-eating Dubey, this could have been a subcontinental ‘Wedding Planner’ in lesser hands. But Nair is a director with a social conscience, and Aditi’s wedding is, in her eyes, a barometer for social change in India. Confronting issues of sexuality and, more seriously, a crumbling class system, Nair paints a loving, if critical, portrait of a country heading in too many directions at the same time. As the dialogue slips effortlessly between English and Hindi mid-sentence, people with little experience of Indian culture may have a hard time tuning in, but an impeccable subtitling job deals well with the constant language shifting and keeps things on track.

Shot mostly with hand-held cameras, Nair captures the vibrancy and colour of an Indian wedding, as the monsoon pounds, soaking everyone, and the song and dance carries on. ‘Monsoon Wedding’ feels warm, natural and immediate in its exploration of family values, but all is bound by Naseeruddin Shah’s wonderfully understated performance as a father trying to maintain his family’s dignity, and somehow hold all the chaos together.

Nair’s film is wickedly contemporary, continually hilarious and always delightful. Avoiding all the clichés of Indian cinema, and of those who attempt to describe the country but only end up describing how colourful the clothes are, the film does not care for catering to any particular audience, or fulfilling anybody’s expectations of what India should be — it is a film about the joy and the horror of family, and the kind of rapturous celebration that only a wedding in the pouring rain can bring about.

November 23, 2001

Judas Priest: Metal Messiahs

Originally published in Hype Magazine

After 31 years at the frontier of heavy metal, Judas Priest have been through countless highs and lows. On the eve of their first ever visit to Australia and the release of new album ‘Demolition’, Hype caught up with Ian Hill (bass), a part of the band’s legendary full-frontal rhythm assault since 1969.

The nineties were a relatively quiet decade for the Priest musically, after the departure in controversial circumstances of legendary vocalist Rob Halford in 1992 and the general downturn in the classic metal scene. After their sonically brutal 1997 comeback effort ‘Jugulator’, the band needed a new approach. Four years later, the release of ‘Demolition’ sees the band expressing themselves in new ways, with near-ballads such as ‘Close To You’ nestled alongside more traditional extreme metal fare such as ‘Bloodsuckers’, ‘Metal Messiah’ and ‘Devil Digger’.

“It goes back to ‘Jugulator’,” Hill says. “When Rob left, the band didn’t do anything really. There were seven years between ‘Painkiller’ and ‘Jugulator’, and because of the steps forward we keep trying to make between every album, there were at least two albums missing in that period.

“We had to decide where we would be if those two albums had been there,’ he continues, eand with “Painkiller” being such a heavy, brutal album as it was, the logical step was to ‘Jugulator’, which was a very, very hard album. But if there was one thing missing on that album, it was the subtle passages and ballads which we’ve also been known for over the years, so we decided to rectify that with ‘Demolition’.”

Judas Priest were not the only metal band to have a hard time in the 1990s, as the whirlwind that was Nirvana washed the decks of the old guard, fundamentally altering the alternative musical landscape and killing off some of the more excessive excesses of the 1980s. Heavy metal, one the great 1980s icons, found the new landscape tough going.

“A lot of other bands didn’t do a great deal either,” Hill explains. “[Iron] Maiden went their separate ways, and all the standard classic bands all stopped playing for some reason. This left the door open for the new wave of metallers coming through, and I think metal’s better for it as well. These new bands have a lot to offer — if you take the make-up and the bullshit away, you’ve got a damn good heavy metal band underneath it all,” he laughs.

The story of Judas Priest in the last seven years has been the story of Ripper Owens, the man plucked from the obscurity of a Judas Priest etribute’ band to replace his hero, Rob Halford, as the frontman to carry the band into the next millennium. Owens only got the job when the band chanced upon a video of an Ohio man with a Judas Priest tattoo, and it blew them away.

“He was a great find when we found him,” Hill says. “When Rob left, it knocked the wind out of our sails. I don’t think there were any of us who didn’t think at some stage that it was about time to hang our hats up.

“When we found Ripper and discovered his capabilities, he gave everybody the drive and incentive to carry on. It was very much a fresh start for us.”

According to Hill, ‘Demolition’ reflects Ripper’s growing stature, as the band’s Halford-tinged history is finally consigned to the past.

“eJugulator’ was written for a vocalist, any vocalist, because we didn’t know who was going to end up singing on it,” he says. “But with ‘Demolition’, we knew his capabilities so we could write material accordingly. I think it shows, there’s a lot more confidence coming from Ripper.”

If Ripper’s story sounds familiar, you have probably been reading reviews of the Mark Wahlberg film ‘Rock Star’. While both sides have played down the Priest element to the film, the links are obvious to the neutral observer. Any similarity to any persons, living or deadOe

“It started out as a story about Ripper joining the band, from a New York Times piece,” Hill explains. “The production company bought the rights to the story, and next thing you know, all over the internet, it says these people are putting out the story of Judas Priest and Ripper joining them!

“Our management thought that if they were going to do a film about Priest, it might be a good idea for them to talk to us, and find out what the characters are like — if somebody’s portraying you on film, you want to have at least a little bit of control over it.

“They were contacted but they didn’t want to know,’ he continues. ‘They wanted total artistic freedom and all this business. So we said that if they were going to do that, they couldn’t use the name Judas Priest. The story’s basically the same, with somebody playing in a cover band who gets to play with their favourite rock stars that they’ve been following ever since adolescence. That’s as far as it goes, but any similarities end there.”

Thirty years on, Hill sees no end in sight for a rejuvenated Priest with Ripper at the helm, and only opportunity in the future.

“It gets to the point where you can’t imagine yourself doing anything else,” he says. “Some of the songs we play on the stage are 20-odd years old, but when you see the reaction to them, if we dropped any, we’d probably get lynched. It’s that reaction that gives us the incentive to carry on playing.”

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