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| Jacob Elordi |
Turning a book as detailed as Richard Flanagan’s Booker prize winner into a film or a television adaptation isn’t easy. There’s a lot to get in.
But this exemplary and extraordinary five-part screen version comes pretty close.
Even Flanagan’s brooding literary style is successfully created through an alchemical combination of Justin Kurzel’s hypnotic direction, Shaun Grant’s restrained screenplay, Sam Chiplin’s atmospheric cinematography; Jed Kurzel’s aching score and the note-perfect work from the cast.
Following the structure of Flanagan’s novel, Shaun Grant splits the life of the central character Dorrigo Evans into three timelines.
Early in the Second World War, stationed in Adelaide, Dorrigo (Jacob Elordi) strays from his wealthy fiancé Ella (Olivia DeJonge), to have an affair with his uncle’s younger wife Amy (Odessa Young) before he ships off to Syria.
Later captured in south-east Asia, he serves time as a surgeon and an Australian prisoner of war in the notorious hell-hole of the Burma Railway (aka The Death Railway). At 77 years of age in the late 1980s, Dorrigo (Ciarán Hinds), now long married to Ella (Heather Mitchell), is still a surgeon, but has become a celebrated and reluctant war hero, permanently haunted by the hidden demons of post-traumatic stress.
Kurzel and Grant don’t blink from showing three of the major horrors Flanagan describes in his novel. There’s a beheading, somehow ritualistically portrayed and excused by a Japanese soldier as some sort of an aesthetic, energizing gift to the Emperor. There’s an operation to amputate a gangrenous leg using little more than a knife, a saw, a spoon and some string; and then a vicious hours-long beating to death of Dorrigo’s great friend Darky Gardiner (Thomas Weatherall) while the POWs are forced to watch.
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| Richard Flanagan |
The Burma Railway was designated as a war crime committed by the Japanese and 32 of their military were sentenced to death. A total of 90,000 south-east Asians died during construction (Malaya Tamils, Javanese, Burmese, Thai) and 12,000 Allied soldiers (British, Australian, Dutch, New Zealanders and a Canadian).
Dorrigo Evans, as confused and messy in love as he is working to prevent death from malaria, dysentery, malnutrition, cholera and murder by the Japanese, is a triumphal creation from Flanagan. The writer’s father was on The Death Railroad, under the command of the legendary surgeon Sir Ernest Edward ‘Weary’ Dunlop, whose medical work and leadership capacities clearly inspired the character of Dorrigo.
If this all sounds like too hard a watch, you’d be missing out on what will undoubtedly be recognized as one of the best television series of the year. From anywhere.
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| Ciaran Hinds |
CINEMA REBORN’S PRINTED CATALOGUE WILL BE ON SALE THROUGHOUT THE SEASON
Our printed catalogue has become something of a collector’s item and this year’s edition will be a welcome addition to the series. Over its 140 pages every film screened at Cinema Reborn is reviewed by scholars, critics and cinephiles from around the world. Some of the material is also published on our website and you can access it at https://cinemareborn.com.au/
The Cinema Reborn catalogue is edited by Anne Rutherford and designed by David McLaine. Editorial assistance by Simon Taaffe. Additional Research by Zac Tomé. Among contributors are John Baxter, Adrian Martin, Ben McCann, Greg Dolgopolov, Grace Boschetti, Tony Rayns, Vic Smith & Elizabeth Schaffer, Adrian Danks, Dylan Rowen, Daniel Bird, Janice Tong, Rose Murray, David Noakes, Lucia Sorbera, Bruce Hodsdon, Laleen Jamayanne, Jane Mills, Bill Mousoulis, Frankie Kanatas, Helen Goritsas, Rod Bishop and Anna Dzenis.
In Editor Anne Rutherford’s view Cinema Reborn is more than a festival. “It’s a cultural project that aims to revive and foster lively discussion around cinema. I want to acknowledge the generosity and professionalism of all the writers who have contributed to that discussion in these pages.”
In addition to the comprehensive notes on each film the catalogue also includes a number of short essays, reprinted material, interviews with film-makers and specialist commentary. This material includes contributions by Augustin Sotto on Lino Brocka, Tessa Parel on Metro Cinema and pop culture, David Noakes discussing How The West Was Lost with Anne Rutherford, Vilmos Zsigmond, Tim Grierson, Robert Christgau, Chris Galloway and David Stratton on McCabe & Mrs Miller, Ray Argall discussing the restoration of The Miniskirted Dynamo and film restoration more generally in an interview with Zac Tomé, Bruce Beresford on Julien Duvivier, Alena Lodkina on The Sacrifice, James Steffen on Sergei Parajanov, Jane Mills on the Stella Dallas collaborators and Marshall Deutelbaum on Orson Welles soundscape in Touch of Evil.
The print catalogue will be on sale at the Cinema Reborn Information Desks in the Lido and Ritz Cinemas foyers. Price is $10 (cash only). Catalogues may be ordered in advance and paid for and collected from the desk. Catalogues are also available by mail via bank transfer to our account ($15 including postage). To reserve for collection or to order a mailed copy send an email to cinemareborn2025@gmail.com
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In the Sydney Morning Herald Justin Kurzel wrote a wonderful obituary which begins with these thoughts: "Donald Crombie was my first film hero. Although my childhood was littered with sports heroes, I didn’t have any creative heroes. I fell in love with cinema in the 1980s by sneaking into my parents living room on Saturday nights when the ABC aired an Australian film. I hid behind the couch and watched these complex, grown-up stories, mostly from the new wave of Australian directors such as Peter Weir, Bruce Beresford, Gillian Armstrong, Fred Schepisi and George Miller.
"Crombie was right there with them, an integral part of this group of filmmakers. His films such as Caddie, Cathy’s Child and The Irishman played a crucial role in shaping Australia’s cultural renaissance, fostering a new-found sense of confidence and identity."
Several short audio tributes to Donald Crombie were recorded by colleagues who were attending a lunch shortly after his death. The speakers are Malcolm Smith, Peter James, Damien Parer, Bruce Moir and Murray Forrest. The audio was recorded by Malcolm Smith and the link is to the site of the Australian Media Oral History Group.
You can listen to it if you click here
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| Helen Morse, Jackie Weaver, Caddie |
James Vaughan recommends our closing film THE FALL OF OTRAR.
James is a Sydney-based writer and filmmaker. His debut feature, Friends and Strangers (2021) was named in Sight and Sound as one of the 50 best films of 2021. James is a member of the Cinema Reborn Organising Committee
James writes: “Ardak Amirkulov's breathtaking 13th century epic is also an elegy to Kazakh history, depicting the annihilation of the Islamic East Asian civilization of Otrar by the advancing armies of Genghis Khan.
“The film was co-written and produced by Russian auteur Aleksei German, but its release was disrupted by the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991. Almost forgotten but not lost, this recent 4K restoration was completed thanks to Martin Scorsese's The Film Foundation, Cineteca di Bologna and The Hobson/Lucas Foundation. Both Sydney and Melbourne screenings will be introduced by Robert Hughes, Assistant Curator, Australian Cinematheque, QAGOMA.
“The Fall of Otrar is a film of mesmerising textural richness—a cinematic Bayeux Tapestry that engulfs the viewer with hypnotic intensity. Though not for the faint-hearted, its vision of state-sanctioned terror and sadistic violence resonates with grim urgency in 2025. Do not miss a rare chance to encounter this masterpiece on the big screen.”
Bruce Beresford recommends Pépé Le Moko:
Bruce received an Academy Award nomination for the script of Breaker Morant (1980) and was nominated as Best Director for Tender Mercies (1982). Driving Miss Daisy (1989) won four Academy awards including Best Film. His most recent film is The Travellers (2024-25)
Bruce writes:"I remember my first viewing of Pépé Le Moko . Although it is a fairly familiar tale, a gangster on the run, the treatment was strikingly different to the American and English films I’d seen in this genre. The romantic story, set in the exotic Casbah in Algiers (largely reproduced in atmospheric studio sets) was dominated by the charisma of Jean Gabin in the eponymous role…Duvivier’s deft visual handling of long dialogue scenes was a delight. I realised, all those years ago, that a real director has to choreograph the movements of his cast and choices of camera positions and lenses, just as dancing and fight scenes have to be meticulously planned. To explain – it’s often apparent to me, when I watch feature films or the now ubiquitous streaming series, that the director simply lets the actors work out a few moves as they deliver the dialogue; then the cameraman films the sequence in one or two wide shots, followed with close ups on the principle players. This mass of footage is turned over to the film editor and it will invariably result in a moderately effective scene. However, Duvivier (along with directors such as Jean Renoir, Martin Scorsese, Carol Reed, Luis Buñuel and quite a few others) evaluates every scene in the film for its place in the completed work, not as a sequence unrelated dramatically to what follows and precedes it.”
Alena Lodkina recommends The Sacrifice
Alena wrote and directed the feature films, Strange Colours (2017) and Petrol (2022), which screened Venice, Locarno, New Directors/New Films, MIFF and the Sydney Film Festival.
Alena writes: “There is a diary-like quality to The Sacrifice.The camera careens through an alien, hostile world in a desperate attempt to find connections. There is no truth, Alexander despairs, and aTV soon announces the coming of a nuclear holocaust. The dead tree erected on Alexander’s whimsy and watered by his son Gossen (the Little Man) suggests it’s got more to do with innocence and faith.This deranged watering is crucially not Sisyphean, for we are asked to consider the possibility of miracles, that the tree really may bloom. An inversion, I think, of one ofAlexander’s other grandiose statements:there isn’t death, there is only fear of death. We can hear an echo of Tarkovsky’s poet father Arseny, as quoted in Mirror: ‘don’t be afraid of death’. Like the protagonist of Solaris, the son returns to the father, literal, artistic and metaphysical
Notes by Bruce and Alena are short extracts from essays to appear in the Cinema Reborn printed catalogue. For details of screening times, program notes and links to bookings in both cities click on this link for the Cinema Reborn website. https://cinemareborn.com.au/
We heard about a Xiaogang Feng theme park and saw him appear in Stephen Chow‘s Kung Fu Hustle and Guan (Black Dog) Hu’s 2015 Mr. Six Xiaogang Feng’s work was frequently exceptional - Aftershock, Assembly, If You Were The One(s) - and Wo bu shi Pan Jin Lian/I Am Not Madam Bovary, which was where the trouble seems to have started.
That one had the state machinery battling Fan Bingbing as a single woman trying to protect her good name. It was a corrective to Zhang Yimou’s conformist 1992 Qiu Ju da guan si/ The Story of Qui Ju.. The release was held up and there were rumors of demanded edits. Zhang Yimou, fresh from his triumphs with the Beijing Olympics, had a string of substantial budget A features in global distribution, while in an alarming change of pace, Feng Ziaogang was working on series TV, sequels and Only Cloud Knows, a bland romance shot in New Zealand.
Xiaogang Feng’s new Xiang Yang · Hua/We Girls has just had what they call “ a soft launch” here. The film is arresting from the first shot, which takes the camera into a 2010 Chinese women’s prison that could give a few pointers to the Salvadorian one where Trumpy sends people with green cards, the one I keep on seeing on TV news. That's pretty scary.
Arrested for phone sex work, Liying Zhao is put in charge of mute fellow new inductee Ju Wang. Raising a hearing impaired child has given her knowledge of sign language - viz some comedy of her mistranslating the girl’s abusive responses. The cell boss inmate tells them no one is allowed to go to sleep before she does because their snoring might keep her awake.
More favorable treatment is given their squad when they need to train to perform for the prison’s Qingming Festival celebration - not unlike the Army Entertainer Unit in Feng’s Youth. It’s not long before there’s a punch-up in the squat toilet and surveillance camera freeze frames of their solitary confinement.
Abruptly, we go to the pair’s same-day release, disturbingly free of parole supervision - an envelope with their prison record and a small amount of yen. The apparently severe supervisor also slips her home phone number into the packet. “Doctors and wardens are the two professions that don’t want to see their customers again.” The steel wall doors, opening to throw light onto the duo, is a deft touch.
Met by the three-wheeler driver from the gang where she learned her lock picking skills, Ju Wang has the only person who has ever shown her any kindness, stub out a cigarette on her hand. This film keeps on setting up expectations that it reverses. Without shelter, she breaks into a sticker covered abandoned car and traffic wardens steal her last cash. Desperate to recover her child from the orphanage and provide her with a Two Hundred Thousand Yen cochlear implant, Liying Zhao’s character does no better at honest work.
Together, the luckless pair do find ways to survive, renting a leaky apartment in a condemned building overlooking the rail tracks and performing simple-minded scams. They revive the Sacha Guitry gag of the the passer-by who recognises the girl who was begging, passing herself off as deaf the day before, now claiming to be blind.
Salvation presents itself with the prospect of royalties from a world-wide-net commercial using Ju Wang’s thieving skills but she refuses, outraging her associate, who sees her daughter facing adoption. The film explains why, with the re-introduction of the grim Lao Gie baby-farming character, mixing Fagin, the Godfather and a dash of Stanley Kowalski. Characteristically, he is given a back story which makes him a victim, like the ex-prisoner girls.
Hard-charging popular entertainment, We Girls has had a modest success on its home turf but this one is also a determined depiction of dysfunctional society. The China here is run down and hostile, even more so than in I Am Not Madam Bovary. Both offer implausibly sunny endings. It remains surprising that the new film got through censorship and was exported.
I rate this better than Parasite, though We Girls was never going to pick up another diversity Oscar. It would fit uneasily in a festival and is unlikely to play with the Dendy-Palace audience. However, anyone with a more than casual interest in film should home in on it immediately. The first night session pulled an attendance of round twelve, I was the only gweilo but also the only bloke. I asked the couple of C-Pop girls still there at the end of the titles for their take. They said they thought it was good and giggled.
Move fast. This one is unlikely to get past Thursday.