So... it's a violent neon-suffused fantasy with an intense pickaxe fight, a leather-clad Willem Dafoe and a bizarre value system of police-endorsed vigilante justice... made for kids?
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This really fucked me up. I'm never drinking beer again.
"Wake in Fright" really pushes the limits of my comfort level with a star-based rating system for art. Is it morally acceptable to endorse a film with lengthy, un-simulated, brutally violent sequences? Still unsure! The rating I gave reflects my assessment of whether this film does what it set out to do, and how resonant I found the material.
This three-part "making of" article, while poorly copyedited, is almost as…
Ideal screening conditions for this, projected on 16mm in the back of the Oddball Films archive, at the conclusion of which the curator uttered, "I have no idea where he got a fucking grant to do that," and walked out, never to be heard from again.
You can watch it on Vimeo if you wish: vimeo.com/131832976