From the team that brought you the never-ending It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, comes this 9x half hour episode first season, partly produced by Ubisoft. It also features direction by Aussie Catriona McKenzie and features Charlotte Nicdao (Content, Thor: Ragnarok, Please Like Me) in the cast.
Found footage movies are considered by many to be a relatively easy go-to for the independent filmmaker. At least, that can be the takeaway if you digest the vast quantity that are released each year. Since the days of The Blair Witch Project (and before that), everyone and his dog has had a crack at some shaky cam narrative; making its way into episodes of Doctor Who (Sleep No More), the Paranormal Activity franchise, numerous Asylum knock offs of said franchise (Paranormal Entity), and even faith based movies centred around the evils of pornography (2014’s The Trap). Most, if not all of them, nailing their colours to the mast of some kind of supernatural vessel.
Australian film Mad House, directed by Ross Perkins, can certainly rub shoulders with its horror counterparts. At least initially, when you look at the brief: a well-off banker and his family are home invaded by a trio of methheads looking to grab some serious cash. Cass (Jess Turner), Wes (Perkins again) and Bryce (Aaron Patrick) bully and torture the family in the hopes of striking big. Those who have seen, or are aware of James Cullen Bressack’s Hate Crime, which purports to be the found footage of a family being needlessly harassed by skin heads, may have already declared a loud ‘no, thank you’ and moved elsewhere. But come closer, reader, for Mad House has moments that outshine its torture porn possibilities.
Using a pinched smartphone to capture their crimes, seemingly because they’re not too quick on the uptake that this can all be used as evidence, the device slowly becomes a comfort blanket to the gang as they realise that they might be in over their heads. As the minutes turn into hours into days, Perkins pulls out choice little moments to make you – gasp – care for the motley crew.
A standout scene centres around Cass, a former socialite fallen on hard times, who uses the phone as a confessional to her unborn child; encouraging him not to trod the path she has. When Wes’ fate grows ever worse, the phone becomes his diary to record what he sees as his final days. It’s not only a way to get us to know these people, but it acts as a handy way of explaining away why everyone is recording every bloody thing that happens – something which curses every found footage film ever.
Obviously, your mileage will vary with this kind of emotional mugging. Your thoughts and prayers should be focused on the harassed family after all. However, it’s a credit to the writer/director that he’s tried to craft humans out of what could easily just have been played as feckless drug takers, the like of which would make the Herald Sun shake their fists at a cloud. Equally, Perkins, Turner and Patrick turn in performances that never stray into Housos territory. Sure, they are going to do some terrible things before our time together is over, but spoilers: real people do real bad things sometimes.
Starting slowly but finding its pace once all the players are on the stage, Mad House manages to breathe life into a genre that’s been on its last death rattle for some time and does so with a hell of a lot of confidence.
The story of Ned Kelly is so huge, so mythic, and so intrinsic to Australia’s national identity that it’s almost impossible to capture effectively in any medium. There have been several cinematic stabs (most notably 1970’s Ned Kelly starring Mick Jagger and 2003’s Ned Kelly starring Heath Ledger, both of which copped much criticism despite their obvious merits and sincerity) at the legend, but none stand as definitive. Director Justin Kurzel (Snowtown, Macbeth, Assassin’s Creed) doesn’t attempt it with True History Of The Kelly Gang either, but instead flips the Ned Kelly legend on its metal-plated head. Adapting (relatively faithfully) Peter Carey’s celebrated, award winning 2000 vernacular novel of the same name, Kurzel’s film is ripe with violence, vulgarity, homo-eroticism, and androgyny, and it departs wildly from what is considered “fact” when it comes to Ned Kelly.
Ned Kelly, however, has long since swaggered out of the history books and into the more verdant territory of myth. His story is Shakespearean, and Kurzel indeed treats Kelly’s story like many filmmakers have treated the work of Shakespeare (himself included with Macbeth), ripping it from its ancient moorings and re-dressing it and reinvigorating it for modern times. True History Of The Kelly Gang is stylistically anachronistic and overtly theatrical in tone; there is nothing even resembling “realism” here. Kurzel has crafted something big and crazy with this film, boasting not only a Ned Kelly with no beard, but one who rides around in a lacy dress with the intent of striking fear into his enemies by appearing to be stark, raving mad. It’s the sort of tampering with myth and legend that would make the purists rankle and moan, but True History Of The Kelly Gang is so wilfully off-the-rails that it doesn’t even invite such a conversation. This is Ned Kelly via punk rock, Derek Jarman and avant garde theatre, and fact-checking has no place in this inventively loopy psychodrama.
True History Of The Kelly Gang tracks the growth of Ned Kelly from boy (utterly brilliant debutante Orlando Schwerdt) to man (impressive UK import and 1917 star George Mackay, who brings a bruised, wild-eyed animalistic fury to the role), as he labours under the influence of his fierce, furious mother, Ellen Kelly (Kurzel’s off-screen wife, Essie Davis, is nothing short of extraordinary) and infamous outlaw and mentor Harry Power (Russell Crowe is fabulously Falstaff-like). While dealing with matters ferociously Freudian, Ned also has to contend with oppressive, exploitative cops (superbly embodied by Charlie Hunnam and Nicholas Hoult in fine performances) and his mother’s second, much younger husband, the Californian horse thief, George King (charismatic New Zealand songsmith Marlon Williams). Leaving his young lover, Mary Hearn (upcoming New Zealand actress Thomasin McKenzie, powerfully adding to her work in Leave No Trace, The King and Jojo Rabbit) and unborn child behind, Ned turns bank robber and ends up building an army of outlaws, including his best mate (though he seems like something more) Joe Byrne (Sean Keenan is excellent as the only male character in the film who doesn’t appear wholly deranged) and brother Dan Kelly (nicely played by Nick Cave’s lookalike son, Earl Cave).
Though occasionally jarring in its surrealism, True History Of The Kelly Gang is both seamless and fearless in its style, with Kurzel delivering an act of aggressive provocation that asks for no quarter. Any work on Ned Kelly will have its haters, so Kurzel seems to be screaming “Bring it on” at as many of them as possible. His intent is bold, and so is the filmmaking, with lucid lensing from Ari Wegner, a rambunctious score from Jed Kurzel, jazzy editing from Nick Fenton, and a ripping screenplay from Shaun Grant. Ingeniously questioning our idolatry of Ned Kelly while also celebrating it, True History Of The Kelly Gang rings with the outlaw’s very spirit: it’s a cinematic rebel yell all too ready to face a hail of bullets under the armour of its own nutty bravura confidence.
From showrunner Lee Eisenberg (The Office, Good Boys) and exec producers Kumail Nanjiani and Emily V. Gordon (The Big Sick), Alan Yang (Master of None), Sian Heder (Orange Is the New Black and also co-showrunner here), Joshuah Bearman (Argo), Joshua Davis (Spare Parts) and Arthur Spector (The Shack) comes 8 episode series that celebrates what is great about the US (and Australia, might we add).
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