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USA, 2008, 98 Minute Running Time
Genre/Subjects: Adult, Cult, Documentary, Erotic, History
Programs: Documentary Films, The Watching Hour
DIRECTOR: Mark Hartley
Producer: Craig Griffin, Michael Lynch, (executive) Bruno CharlesworthEditor: Mark Hartley, Jamie Blanks, Sara Edwards, Screenwriter: Mark HartleyCinematographer: Karl von MollerPrincipal Cast: Phillip Adams, Christine Amor, Glory Annen, Victoria Anoux, Ian Barry
In the 1970s and 1980s, American audiences hip to the heyday of the exploitaiton genre (and its myriad subgenres) were getting their fill of onscreen sex, violence, and high-speed action. But they didn’t know what they were missing down under. Those were the days when the Australian film industry was merrily producing flicks under the label of Ozploitation that put us Yanks to shame—boasting double the gore, triple the skin, and 100 times the fetishistic car chases. Writer-director Mark Hartley cracks the whole canon (or anticanon, as the case may be) wide open to reveal that such Australian arthouse triumphs as My Brilliant Career and Picnic at Hanging Rock were part and parcel of the success of their commerical counterparts—including Brian Trenchard-Smith’s kung fu hit The Man from Hong Kong; the sex comedy Alvin Purple; Razorback, a horror film about a giant, bloodthirsty boar on the loose; and, above all, the sci-fi action classic Mad Max, from whose flames Mel Gibson emerged a star.
Not Quite Hollywood is a treasure trove of clips, animated stills, and paradigms of poster art that spills forth amid a multitude of scandalous anecdotes proffered by the actors, producers, and directors on the scene, as well as a few of their now-famous fans. (Dennis Hopper, for one, recalls the time he was pronounced dead on the set of Mad Dog Morgan due to his blood alcohol level; Quentin Tarantino admits to paying homage to shock thriller Patrick in Kill Bill.) Come revisit the bygone golden era of the Australian grindhouse—where the water isn’t the only thing that goes down the drain in the wrong direction.
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