Monday, 7 November 2011

Wolf Creek: Blood, Guts … And the Flip-side of Crocodile Dundee

7th November, 2011.

I’ve REALLY got to start having company over at some point, I really have.

Because I’m THINKING an old friend would definitely enjoyed the movie I caught, tonight …

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Although I think we possibly would’ve caught ourselves arguing the proverbial toss about genres, I’m thinking, here.

You see, the film I saw was the 2005 independent, Australian film, Wolf Creek.

And … ?

And much like The Silence of the Lambs, it’s a film I’m thinking will be very hard to define.

Wolf Creek sees Nathan Phillips, Kerstie Morassi and Cassandra Magrath as backpackers Ben, Kristy and Liz.

A trio of backpackers who — when their car breaks down in the wilds of Wolf Creek National Park — are happy to accept help from the seemingly friendly ocker, Mikey, played by John Jarrett.

Seemingly friendly …

Appearances … can be very deceptive …

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I’ll happily admit, Wolf Creek is going to be one of those films that, much like Silence of the Lambs, will be casually branded as a horror for years to come.

And for pretty much the same reasons, I feel: the central character is one who terrifies us.

But — even more so than either the Hopkins or Cox take on Hannibal Lecter — is eminently human.

And without the using the usual horror touches of a gruesome childhood backstory, a virulent signature weapon and a hideously deformed Captain Kirk maskº.

I’m ALSO thinking Wolf Creek going to be even more of a Marmite* movie than most: it’s going to be either loved or hated by all and sundry.

Personally … ?

Personally, I came away very impressed with Wolf Creek.

I think you might be, as well …
Wolf Creek
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* Just for the benefit of my regular international readers, Marmite is a savoury spread that usually gets put on toast: and, according to the adverts, it’s something you either love or hate. (I personally love it. Preferably on toast, made from crusty white bread: the slices of which have to be VERY thick, so that both butter — or margarine — and the Marmite itself, are melting VERY deeply into the slice. Anything else is just a HEATHEN monstrosity …)

º Or even a leather one …

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