There’s something about blasting the shit out of a razorback that brightens up my whole day.
As one would expect from a film about a car-sized boar rampaging through the outback with a bloodlust for humans, Razorback is equal parts style, surface, and absurdity. Accordingly, plot summaries fail to do justice to the sheer bloody loveliness of the highly artificial lighting (in particular, the dead of night in the outback has never looked so neon blue) and gratuitous camera movements that appear to be straight out of an early Duran Duran music video, which is as apt given that this is indeed the narrative feature-length film debut of Russell Mulcahy, the director of the bulk of said early Duran Duran music videos. Come for the killer boar, stay for the cinematography. Not to be missed!
For the remainder of the quarter, we will be showing exploitation films from Australia each week. Same time, same place. All are welcome. Tell your family, invite your friends.