Nonsploitation: Six Ozploitation Movies That Don't Exploit A Damn Thing.
Those of you who have
seen the documentary Not Quite Hollywood or have skimmed the
rim of world genre cinema will be more than aware that Australia is
renown for being a throbbing artery of B-movie mayhem. So much so
that the films produced throughout the 70s and 80s have become
affectionally known as Ozploitation. And so with that one label Oz
joins black, sex, car, (probably dog) under the umbrella of
exploitation. My issue is having now watched a bunch of these movies
I'm not sure that label is entirely accurate.
As a term Exploitation
is loaded with negative connotations and is used as much to dismiss
movies as it is to celebrate them. You can go ahead and assume, based
on the subject of this blog, that I'm of the latter yet I'm well
aware then generally exploitation is regarded as several rungs below
“proper” movies on the cinematic ladder of worthiness. It's
bullshit, yes, but not just because of elitism. So many movies have
found themselves labelled as video nasties, or exploitation when they
really aren't.
Common signifiers of
exploitation movies are brazen approaches to sex, violence, morality
and yet all of those things can be found in abundance in the Dirty
Harry movies and we all know those as classic crime movies.
Killer animals goring nude swimmers sounds like Grindhouse gold but
that's how Jaws opens. Of course both those movies had named actors
while exploitation is associated with small budgets and a lack of
star power but the truth is the parameters for defining an
exploitation film are flimsy at best. Knowing this going into a
season of so called Ozploitation films meant I should have been
expecting a couple of movies to transcend that barrier, yet what
surprised me most is how few of the movies I saw even registered as
exploitation to me.
Let's tackle the
subject of cheapness head on and begin with the movies that
encapsulate Australian genre cinema the most. Mad Max is the
closest of the four films to a bonafide exploitation movie. Its
brutal and edgy but doesn't necessarily drip with production value.
The sequel's frame bulges with production value, however, despite
taking place in much the same environment. And this is an important
point to note: as much as shooting in the outback might be more cost
effective (and I admit I'm making an assumption here) shooting on
that kind of background can produce the same scope as the great
romantic Westerns. The run down shacks and rusted factory remains
would cost a production team considerable time and money to replicate
whereas it's not too great an assumption to make (again, admittedly)
that these great bits of set might just be found lying around. So
although a lot of these movies may appear cheap they actually have
significant scope and detail.
Of the movies I watched
two featured killer animals and could therefore feasibly end up on
some 'Grindhouse Creature Feature Classics' double-disc set, yet
neither even come close to being traditional exploitation. Razorback,
next to Mad Max arguably Australia's most notable export,
comes close but oozes with the incredible location work afforded by
an expansive landscape littered with evocative debris. It also features
ominous caves, armoured hunting vehicles, a menacing processing
plant and a massive rubber pig that, not unlike Jaws' Bruce, features
limited articulation and is therefore kept from any full reveals. Yet
what Director Russell Mulchay lacks in subtlety and storytelling he
makes up for in atmosphere meaning that his killer animal movie is
nowhere near as engaging as Spielberg's yet actually looks more
expensive. It's gaudy colours, smokey dream frames and disorientating
editing makes it a gorgeous movie that is difficult to forget.
Killer crocodile movie Dark Age, on the
other hand, looks expensive without the overt stylings of Mulchay's
porker and not because of a desert setting either. Crowds scenes,
fancy restaurants and immaculate apartments all feature as backdrops
and at no point does the movie ever appear like it is faking a
location or making do with whatever is available. It has a fairly
progressive environmental conscience, a pretty bloody convincing
giant croc, some beautifully stylised Burtt-esque punch sound effects
and a car chase involving a truck with a giant reptile on its back.
This is a solid, crafted, expensive looking movie that goes cheap
with neither the production or its thrills.
Of course car chases
are prevalent in exploitation films. Everyone likes to see a motor
bite it on the tarmac. Every glowing review of Schindler's List
mentioned how the lack of a cartwheeling Vovlo stopped it from being
“truly great”. EVERY SINGLE ONE. Luckily it didn't cost all that
much to tumble a banger on a dis-used stretch of road, especially in
the 70s, so it was a crowd pleaser that movies at any production
level could afford, even Troma by fuck.
And if Mainstream movies were
John Cleese, B-movies Ronnie Barker and Exploitation Ronnie Corbett,
then Troma is surely the tragic monstrosity with a wooden eye, a hair-face, teeth on its tongue and a snake of black vomit slithering down
its hessian bib snorting and dry humping Corbett's workman's boot.
True, Troma only had one car crash and they used it in every fucking
movie made after they shot it, but my point still stands.
Most trailers of
Australian movies feature vehicular carnage of some sort. Nuclear
Run AKA The Chain Reaction, for instance, puts its muscle car
showdown front and centre yet this scene features only in the film's
final moments. The movie is actually a thriller that deals with both
corporate greed and environmentalism as a couple having a raunchy
weekend in a log cabin discover the area has been contaminated by a
power plant leak and must fight against the corporation who
quarantine them while trying to cover the whole thing up. From the
trailer Dead-End Drive In appears to be a demolition derby set
inside and an open air cinema but actually its big car moment is just a moment. Most of the movies feature car chases or
crashes at some point and often feature modified motors. No doubt
these moments were featured in the trailer to capitalise on Max's
success around the world but the use of cars really comes from a
culture born of necessity. How else are you going to get around the
outback?
Nudity featured in a
lot of the movies I watched, but unlike the usual sordid female flesh
served up for male gazes the nudity was often de-sexualised and
evenly balanced between male and female. Nuclear Run's nude
swimming scene gifts its viewers with a penis alongside the expected
breasts while the decontamination sequence, featuring the same couple
parted by a plastic water speckled booth, is shot in such a way as to
make their nakedness appear innocent and somewhat beautiful. Undercover cop posing
as a biker movie Stone replaces cars with bikes and the
outback with the suburbs and features a skinny-dipping scene with
both men and women that is actually quite moving (emotionally not
trouserly, you disgusting filth peddlers).
Then there is Fair
Game, a movie that could be easily promoted as an out and out
exploitation film featuring an armoured car, a hunted woman, nudity
and violence but actually has the engine of any straight mainstream
US thriller rumbling under its slightly dented and dust spattered
bonnet.
A woman who owns a
nature reserve comes into confrontation with local hunters and their
one-upmanship spirals until she becomes their prey. It is ultimately
an adult Home Alone style siege piece that looks exquisite and
features the increase of beautifully crafted tension until it reaches
its unbearable peak. Of all the movies this seems to have the most
problematic nudity as it is entirely female and voyeuristic. Its
most problematic sequence, where the female lead is strapped topless
to the front of the hunter's truck and driven round in circles,
immediately made me uncomfortable. Yet that might have been muscle
memory trained from so many US exploitation movies. Ultimately it
felt different to all the images of naked women in peril in Roger
Corman's girls in prison flicks. This scene genuinely felt like there
was no expectation I'd find some perverse pleasure in the images I
was presented with but rather it was using nudity in the way that a
lot of exploitation film makers claim to use it; to suggest
vulnerability.
That's not to say that
Australia doesn't produce exploitation movies. Blood Camp Thatcher
is as crazy as its trailer would suggest while Midnight Spares
feels like a Corman American Graffiti cash-in (of sorts) but
generally the movies I saw looked well produced, crafted and weren't
saturated with the lurid taboo nudging that American exploitation
movies were so fond of.
Exploitation is not a
badge of judgement, rather an indication of what you should be
looking to enjoy from the movies that wear it. So I am by no means
suggesting the term Ozploitation is unfair, I'm just saying that for
the films mentioned above it's mostly incorrect and as such my
expectations have changed ready for the next season of Australian genre
movies I plan.
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