Primal Scenes

The political and physical facts of Rabbit-Proof Fence, Phillip Noyce's first Australian film in 13 years, are so stunning that Noyce looks like a genius for simply getting out of their way. The 200-year-long cultural smackdown between European settlers and the eventually decimated Aboriginal society can be boiled down to systematic enslavement. What was at first supremacist opportunism—kidnapping Aboriginal children from their families "for their own good" and training them as servants—became, in the case of "half-caste" children, official state policy. This program persisted, astonishingly, into the 1970s, but Noyce's film is set in 1931, when three girls, aged 14, 10, and eight, were snatched from their family and sent to a slave camp 1200 miles away. Indignant, they escaped, walking for months back north along the titular, continent-dividing fence, one step ahead of the law. Based on a memoir by a grown daughter of the eldest girl and rarely digressing from the journey itself, the movie is a dusty, calloused, primal Odyssey, as forceful and single-minded as a bullet train.

At the very least, it lays waste to the memory of Nicolas Roeg's famous, hippie-dippie kids-in-the-Outback benchmark Walkabout (1971); here, Roeg's native-mascot David Gulpilil plays the government's near-mute wilderness tracker, hunting his countrymen despite his family's own destruction by white power. Like last year's Atanarjuat, Rabbit-Proof Fenceis made elemental by completely unaffected amateur performances (as the three willful girls, Everlyn Sampi, Tianna Sansbury and Laura Monaghan are indelibly haunted, vigilant, and bitter) and a freshly imagined relationship with landscape. The Australian outlands, photographed by Christopher Doyle (who also shot Noyce's other current release, The Quiet American), become a natural anvil for human suffering, and the unforgettable image of ragged children adrift in the desert is often compressed into an apocalyptic frieze traversed by Giacomettian refugees. The trio—two sisters and a cousin, named Molly, Daisy, and Gracie—are a particularly fierce variety of lost girl, and the film is compelling as a metaphoric flight from an unnatural, and unjust, maturity.

Noyce, fresh from a half-dozen of the dumbest Hollywood films of the last decade (including Patriot Games, The Saint, and The Bone Collector), lets a few unnecessary intimations of supernatural hooey leak in, and often the action isn't developed dramatically so much as merely photographed beautifully. (The scenes featuring earnest, miscegenationist bureaucrat Kenneth Branagh managing the recovery operation feel a bit canned.) But Noyce knows that the tale naturally exudes near-mythic outrage, and all he need do is focus on the little fugitives' battered feet and empty eyes. Climaxing with the visages of the very real Molly, age 85, and 79-year-old Daisy today, and the cold news that their children were, in turn, absconded with by the system, Rabbit-Proof Fence howls with righteous political dudgeon.

A dusty, calloused, primal Odyssey: Branagh in Rabbit-Proof Fence
photo: Miramax
A dusty, calloused, primal Odyssey: Branagh in Rabbit-Proof Fence

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Rabbit-Proof Fence
Directed by Phillip Noyce
Written by Christine Olsen
Miramax
Opens November 29

Dead or Alive: Final
Directed by Takashi Miike
Written by Hitoshi Ishikawa, Yoshinobu Kamo, and Ichiro Ryu
Kino
Opens November 29

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