The FitzCasci camp has been sussing out hot directors for a book-to-film project, which means we’ve spent the week watching Aussie horror movies and eating buckets of M&S chocolate bites. Most of the movies we’ve watched feature the same actors but in different clothes and in a different flat redneck town, but we did see a few new arrivals doing things we’d never seen anyone do (like drill holes in foreheads and then fill said holes with boiling water). The problem Serge and I both have with watching for directorial brilliance is that we can’t see beyond the script. If something works, we figure it’s because the writer got it right. If something sucks, it’s because the writer got it wrong. Sure, we know bad shots and bad music and bad performances and bad pacing, but we find it really hard to focus on these things when there is a script to dissect.
You can imagine it’s not much fun watching movies with us!
(Except for the chocolate bites).
Half way through this movie-watching assignment, and my all time favourite Aussie horrors remain the same: Wolf Creek and Open Water. Not only are the scripts simple, clever and terrifying – but both films deal with things that could actually happen to me. I could be kidnapped, tortured, raped and killed in outback Australia (it happens like ALL the time) and a skipper could accidentally leave me to be eaten by sharks on a reef (or in a street…) in Northern Queensland. In both movies, the directors got everything right. Also, they both made me feel good when they ended, because these things haven’t happened to me.
(What are your favourite horror movies? Aussie movies? Is it the director who makes it or breaks it? Would love to hear your thoughts!)