mayhem reigns in the Aussie suburbs: the art of war
Posted in world cinema with tags australian cinema, Film, identity politics, suburban mayhem, technology, the chaser, war on November 11, 2007 by mandytrevConversations about Australian films with fellow film students often reveal a striking consensus that our film industry produces not much more than melodramatic narratives designed to inspire melancholia. And sure, there is an undeniable preoccupation within our national industry to convey the gritty realism of heroin addiction (most recently Candy, Little Fish) for example. However, there is also an undeniable ability to retort to such claims with an extensive list of idiosyncratic films that can not be defined simply in terms of the melancholic affect that they may produce within the spectator (Strictly Ballroom, Bad Boy Bubby, Romper Stomper, Kenny…).
What is perhaps a more accurate assessment of the film industry in Australia is that it’s very short heritage casts very a long shadow. The funding policies of the Australian government in the 1970s and 1980s that sought to reignite the industry ensured that anachronism was built into the narratives and themes of many of these early films (Susan Dermody and Elizabeth Jacka’s theoretical text The Imaginary Industry: Australian Film in the late 80s, 1988, is a great starting point to explore these ideas further).
What I see having developed since the 1980s is an intensified focus on suburbia. In a bid to combat film as a vehicle for mythologising white Australian history, the rural landscape, and in particular the quintessential Aussie Bloke - whether he is the ocker of the Barry McKenzie comedies, the outback hero of films like The Man From Snowy River, or the honourable digger in Gallipoli -Australian suburbia has been identified as that space where multiple and fractured identities reign and the Aussie bloke is fallible (Head-On, The Boys, Wolf Creek).
The reification of the suburbs as the site of a ‘true’ contemporary Aussie identity has perhaps provided filmmakers with occasion to overcome a certain tendency to represent Australian’s as stereotypes (which, for the most part represent women, homosexuals, immigrants, indigenous populations as the counterpoint to an Australian identity, if represented at all). The problem with many of these contemporary films is their reactionary stance that attempts to write these other marginalised identities into the ideology without questioning the political structures that dictate identity politics in the first place.
Suburban Mayhem
In Paul Goldman’s 2006 film Suburban Mayhem, female protagonist Kat (Emily Barclay) is a woman at war. She is the ultimate femme fatale manipulating the white male world around her to secure her selfish and destructive desires: to secure the release of her brother (a convicted murderer) from prison, and to retain custody of her baby daughter (whom she neglects). The target of Kat’s campaign is her own father, the death of whom means the cessation of the custody battle and the financial ability to appeal her brother’s conviction. Her troops include boyfriend Rusty (Michael Dorman)and her brother’s mate Kenny (Anthony Hayes).
My interest in this film does not primarily lie with the narrative, its success at undermining gender and racial stereotypes in Australian film is ambiguous at best. Rather, it is the focus upon modes of communication, the ways in which A Current Affair style interviews, sms telephone messages, cars as more than just modes of transport, Trading Post advertisements and newspaper headlines, are foregrounded as a structuring principle of suburban living. And more specifically, how these representational modes are woven into the texture of the film itself as a way of questioning identity politics.
The opening sequence has Kat responding to a documentary interview answering questions about the experience of being ‘wrongly’ suspected by police of masterminding the murder of her father. Her head and shoulders are centrally framed and the image is bleached of colour to denote the tele-visual medium. This sequence is then followed by the credit sequence which utilises a mobile phone interface; the credits appearing as a sms message in the process of being typed. The camera then follows a superimposed message icon navigating its way down a suburban street, in through the doors of a funeral parlour and into Kat’s phone which promptly beeps. Kat opens her phone, smiling as she reads the message ‘lets fuck’. In this sequence, the palette of the film is saturated with almost unreal colour, providing a contrast with the interview sequences of the text. A contrast which highlights the disparity between Kat on tv and Kat as she lives her life, but it is also a complimentary juxtaposition in that it illustrates Kat as the master of the technologies at her disposal.
The ways in which Kat utilises the media to (re)construct the tale of her father’s demise and her own role in it, is a localised example of the media’s implicit role in what Paul Virilio terms anthropophagy. In the way that flies are attracted to a pile of shit, the media is attracted to this suburban tale of death and deceit to feed its own gluttonous desire for sensational news. We don’t need to see the media in action, the television aesthetics of the interview sequences are enough to suggest Australia’s evening meal of a current affairs news programs, serving up hyperbolic tales of good and evil being fought daily in your very own suburb.
And the film’s narrative is very much a tale of civil war. Kat is at one with the technology available to her. The ways in which modern technologies re-visualise the cartography of the suburban landscape is fully exploited by Kat in a bid to achieve what she regards is a ‘justness of aim’ (Virilio 1999.68). In outlining the evolving role of technology in war Virilio posits that ‘nothing now distinguishes the functions of the weapon and the eye’ (1989, 83). The instant interface provided by modern technologies eliminates geographical distance with the notion of real time. Therefore a large component of military advantage does not come from the size or quantity of weapons at ones disposal, but the ability to (over)see, to co-ordinate and control space and the flow of information. So it is, that the real weapons of power in a military context are those same technologies that define western contemporary life styles: the mobile phone, television, and the internet.
Kat’s mobile phone and super-charged cars are two of her weapon’s of choice. These machines extend her sexual power beyond her immediate geographical location. Her phone enables her to remain present in the minds of the various malleable men simultaneously whilst she is fucking another in the backseat of her car. Or, as in the example given above, whilst Kat is attending to her public image as grieving and ever-faithful daughter at the funeral of her father.
Mediocrity as Mayhem in the Cultural Landscape
I love this film for its perceived mediocrity. It does not attempt to displace the more traditional grand narratives that seek to mythologise an ‘essential Australianness’, nor does it try its hand at the melodrama ordinarily employed to strike at the heart of social issues.
The text distances its spectators from any potential identification with the characters, instead focusing on a play with filmic and television conventions often exploited to nationalistic ends. Kat is far from the well rounded figure that many wish would provide insight into the motivations of a sociopath. Rather we get a figure dehumanised by the technologies that she utilises to constitute herself, and in turn, that the media utilises to constitute her.
The aesthetic regime of the film renders this theme in a manner that confronts the ambivalent relationship that Australians have to their national media. The overwhelming sense of cultural cringe that many experience when viewing Australian cinema stems from this technologisation (I think I just made up a word) of our national identity, whereby the film and television industries are charged with preserving this definitive identity as if it was a checklist of static characteristics. In some small sense the film goes some way to correcting this focus on quintessentially Australian narratives by highlighting aspects of suburban living that are not at all particular to Australia (ie. tales of patricide and mobile phones and other technologies).
As a final aside: My identification with this story just increased with the discovery that this film may indeed be based on an event that happened just around the corner from where I went to high school. Small world!






