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Wake in Fright
Have a drink, mate? Have a fight, mate? Have some dust and sweat, mate? There's nothing else out here.
Wake in Fright is the story of John Grant, a bonded teacher who arrives in the rough outback mining town of Bundanyabba planning to stay overnight before catching the plane to Sydney, but as one night stretches into several he plunges headlong into his own destruction.
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Sweltering and oppressive, Wake in Fright is a man's disconcerting descent into his own personal hell.
Kotcheff's film first slowly peels only to end up clawing at its protagonist's humanity, exposing an animalistic nerve that is both confronting and harrowing. Acted superbly across the board and shot with a colour palette that only adds to the scorching desert heat, Wake in Fright captures life in the Australian outback in, what I can only assume, a painfully realistic way.
This film is astonishing. It takes the simplest of premises, a man stuck in a place trying to get away, and turns it into an inevitable, slow, spiralling plunge into the…
All my life I’ve held the misbelief that Canadians were champion drinkers. Not even close. Earlier this year seeing the Russian drama Leviathan shattered my belief, but I comforted myself saying ‘that was vodka’. When it comes to beer, we’re still tops. Apparently not. Those outback Aussies would clean our clocks. ‘Here, drink that up so I can buy you another!’
Wake in Fright is a lucid waking nightmare. It claws at you and pulls you down, deeper and deeper. Resist as you might, its simple nature and utterly base morality and behavior may appear beneath you, causing you to underestimate its charm and power, and this is exactly where the nightmare…
May you dream of the Devil and wake in fright. - AN OLD CURSE
Part 1 of the 30 Countries project.
For the purposes of this project this movie is classed as at least partially being of Australian origin as per its listing on imdb.
“In the remote towns of the west there are few of the amenities of civilization; there is no sewerage, there are no hospitals, rarely a doctor; the food is dreary and flavourless from long carrying, the water is bad; electricity is for the few who can afford their own plant, roads are mostly non-existent; there are no theatres, no picture shows and few dance halls; and the people are saved from stark insanity by the…
The most nihilistic film of all time. Worse than hell; there is nothing. You can drink, you can kill and you can try to escape but you'll still just end up in a void of your own human awfulness.
XMZZ never comes to Yabba. Yabba circles XMZZ like light circling a black hole, forever approaching, never arriving. Yabba is what happens when a single office XMZZ party begins but is never allowed to finish. Boxing Day is advertised in other places far away as some potentially reachable location past the far shores of XMZZ. I am already having nightmares about an immobile robotically chortling Santa in a sleigh made of crumpled beer cans and rifles being dragged through the dirt by dismembered kangaroo corpses. And I haven't gone to sleep yet. Never before have I wanted a kangaroo to wrest a knife away from a human being more than during the watching of 'Wake In Fright'. And what is…
An Outback exploration of just how far we are and how much it takes to get us over the line between regular dignified folk and the alternative. Ted Kotcheff's gem baths you in the weird, covers you in grime, bastes you in Donald Pleasance man-stink then rains testosterone and kangaroos on you. It also involves a ton of beer. When it's over, you will either be contemplating what circumstances would cause YOU to crossover, or you will just feel dirty and violated. I love that Kotcheff gave this, First Blood AND Weekend at Bernie's to me. He is like my favorite uncle.
Add this to your ‘Fucked Up Christmas Movies’ list. It’s not surprising to read Scorsese’s pullquote about ‘Wake In Fright’; I see shades of it in the desperation of ‘After Hours’ and ‘Shutter Island’ – even Oliver Stone seems to be channeling it for ‘U-Turn’. Where Stone and Scorsese inject humour and surrealism, though, ‘Wake In Fright’ offers nothing to buoy you through the journey but its own horrors.
I’m not sure I’ll ever have the courage to revisit it, but ‘Wake In Fright’ is a brutally honest look at an entire culture as a prison, and it’s particularly harrowing because its exterior is so amicable and normal.
How many special event screenings of Wake in Fright can i go to before I get sick of it?
I'll never get sick of it.
Reminded me of Blood Meridian, evil and savagery is in all of us...
A good subject: comradeship among white men in the Australian desert, their boredom, and their erratic, senseless destructiveness. They keep acting out adolescent rituals of virility. They guzzle all day and all night; they garland themselves with the pull tabs from the beer cans. They smash things for excitement or brawl, or shoot anything that moves, or run it down with their cars. Their blood sport is boxing with wounded kangaroos and then slitting their throats. The film, directed by Ted Kotcheff, spends too much time on the melodramatic--and Conradian--ordeals of a sensitive yet arrogant male schoolteacher (Gary Bond) who hates the coarse life he's trapped in. His inadequacies are the focal point, but the butch boomtown atmosphere (without a…
Have another beer mate?
Its like The Wicker Man, but instead of ocean trapping the lead, its the vast aussie dessert, greed, and the characters life long situation. This is one of the first local films I've seen to not only capture the culture of borer line violent hospitality, as well as the madness that comes from the scorching heat. The whole thing is overwhelming, but it needs to be. Maybe my favourite Australian film ever.
Okay, so maybe I won't move to Australia on January 21st.
But, then again, drunken oblivion with scattered patches of kangaroo slaughter might be the best way to endure a Trump presidency. Certainly seems better than my current coping mechanism of hiding under my desk six hours a day and fending off concerned coworkers with a five-foot wand made from linked highlighters.
Maybe this feeling of impending doom is why Wake in Fright struck me like it did, why it left me pondering the potential for self-destruction hiding deep down within the psyches of us all. I mean, reticent, soft-spoken schoolteacher John Grant (Gary Bond) certainly doesn't seem the type of guy to descend into the beer-soaked hell director Ted…
WAKE IN FRIGHT is a film I've wanted to see for some time, having heard great things about it. Sadly, I ended up a bit disappointed with the result.
It's tricky, where I could recognise objectively what was being crafted and the intention behind it to create this sense of pounding repetition and nausea at the overpowering hyper-masculinity and savagery. But on a subjective level I just found it unpleasant. Call me a softie or whatever, but as much as I can watch people getting murdered in films all day, animal cruelty is just too much. So once the kangaroos started getting killed I pretty much checked out. And they did it over and over again, like they just had…
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