Let me begin with an aside, with a scene from Warwick Thorntonâs frontier western, Sweet Country (released in Australia in January 2018). Early in the film there is a startling moment â a scene, a performance, a sequence of gestures â where a skinny Aboriginal boy is given a hiding. In a short, sharp sequence, the boy is held tight in the grip of a greyâbearded Aboriginal man (an overseer, a station hand) while the white station boss uses a thick leather belt to punish him. After a single preview screening, the boyâs misdemeanour is hard to recall. Perhaps it was for stealing a watermelon from the stationâs desert garden patch, or maybe the boss just felt like giving the boy âa good hidingâ. A scene or two later, the boy is handcuffed and chained to a rock for prying into a saddlebag. These punishments are presented as ordinary, inviting no sympathy from the white boss or the Aboriginal overseer. They occur early in the film as part of an iconography of frontier violence that looks more like slavery in the American south than conquest of the west. The slave iconography persists as the boy unbolts the chain and makes his escape across the sandy desert to the next station, still handcuffed with the chain trailing behind him. Arriving at the neighbouring station, the boy lurks in an outhouse from where he witnesses a shootout. This scene of violence draws on the American westernâs classic iconography of âinnocentâ homesteaders defending themselves from an attack by âcrazedâ Indians. But in Sweet Countryâs twentyâfirst century, Australian iteration of the western, it is the innocent ânativesâ who are trapped inside the timber homestead, desperately dodging the bullets fired by the crazed âhomesteaderâ outside.
Based on true events that occurred in Central Australia in the 1920s, Sweet Countryâs main storyline appears to hang on the fate, not of the boy, Philomac, but of a mildâmannered blackfella, Sam Hamilton, who goes on the run with his young wife after he shoots the âhomesteaderâ. They elude the law by crossing the frontier into hostile country, but eventually Sam and his wife turn themselves in, and Sam is charged with murder. Found not guilty, frontier justice nevertheless seals Samâs fate. Samâs storyline, however, is only one thread in a film that looks a bit like an American western and a lot like a southern slave film. What makes Sweet Country something other than both those American genres is its location in landscapes, or more specifically in âcountryâ, that Australians are beginning to recognise as a âliving mapâ created by the ancestors (Tilley qtd in Stadler et. al. 2015, 182).
The question of how Blak Wave filmmakers and their culturally diverse audiences are making sense of and encountering themselves in this âliving mapâ is at the heart of the television event, You Are Here (NITV and SBSâTV, 2017). The event consisted of four documentaries â We Donât Need a Map (Warwick Thornton, Barefoot Communications), In My Own Words (Erica Glynn, Blackfella Films), Connection to Country (Tyson Mowarin, Weerianna Street Media) and Occupation: Native (Trisha MortonâThomas, Brindle Films) â along with panel discussions and interviews with the directors (The Point: You Are Here Interviews, Eps. 1â4, 2017). Marketed as âfilms for Australians to find their bearingsâ (Screen Australia 2017b), three of the documentaries were launched at the 2017 Sydney Film Festival as part of its First Nations focus (Screen Australia 2017a), and all four were screened on SBS and NITV in JulyâAugust 2017. You Are Here, then, is a simultaneous cinematic and televisual event in Australian screen culture.
Deep Time, Clock Time
While You Are Here is the main focus of this chapter, I am not yet quite done with Philomac. Sweet Country, in its very title, seems like a good place to start my account of the central task faced by the filmmakers of the Blak Wave, and in particular those involved in You Are Here â the task of orienting Australian audiences to where we are as a settlerâcolonial nation, to what has gone on here in the colonial era, and to what persists here from upwards of 65 000 years of continuous occupation by the worldâs oldest living culture. Set in central Australia, Sweet Country was filmed within a 50 kilometre radius of Alice Springs. It features the âvisual splendourâ of landscapes such as the MacDonnell Ranges and Simpsonâs Gap that have become part of the nationâs cultural imaginary, not only via popular reproductions of famous watercolours by Albert Namatjira, but via the paintings, outback films, television travel series and tourist brochures that, during the course of the twentieth century, transformed the âdead centreâ of Australia into something akin to the nationâs spiritual heartland.
While recent Australian outback films such as John Hillcoatâs The Proposition (2005), Baz Luhrmannâs Australia (2008) and Ivan Senâs Mystery Road (2013) and Goldstone (2016) have rendered their landscapes as barren, flyblown, dilapidated, sparselyâpopulated, droughtâstricken and treacherous, Sweet Country renders the desert landscapes of central Australia as richly photogenic and teeming with life â and with stories waiting to be told. Framed in wideâshot, these geological formations are widely recognised by Australians not only as photogenic landscapes, but as âcountryâ in the Indigenous sense:
In Sweet Country, wideâshots convey the vast scale and spiritual power of rock formations that stretch horizontally across the screen, towering over human actions set up for the camera in the middle ground. Human actions arising from outside the frame unfold on a diagonal into the foreground. But whether located in the middle or foreground, the narrow plane of human action is diminished by, estranged from, and subject to the spiritual forces of âcountryâ in which the filmâs actions are performed.
If the classic John Ford western claimed as its territory the imagined frontier between nature and culture, wilderness and garden, the outlaw and the law, then Sweet Country is a western insofar as it borrows some of Fordâs tropes, such as the raising of the gallows and the raising of the church steeple. But the forms of violence in which Sweet Country trades resonate with history rather than myth, and the Australian audiences addressed by the film are deeply implicated in that violence rather than safely distanced from it. Of the many acts of violence performed and presented in Sweet Country â including a determined rape committed in furtive silence under the cover of darkness â the one that lingers is the hiding meted out to the boy, Philomac, who is then chained up like a dog. This act of violence lingers because it is shockingly familiar. Unlike public floggings and hangings, or frontier spearings, shootouts and beheadings, âa good hidingâ was an ordinary part of childhood in nineteenthâ and twentiethâcentury Australia, witnessed and suffered in schools and homes across the country, as well as on outback stations using Aboriginal workers as slave labour.
Witnessing Philomacâs casual hiding in Sweet Country involves both a shock of recognition and a moment of reorientation. It implicates us1 and aligns us ethically and affectively with three figures in the scene: the boss who delivers the hiding, the station hand who holds the boy and enables the hiding, and the boy who suffers the hiding. As an allegory of colonialism, this scene goes to the heart of the settlerâcolonial imaginary, at the very moment when the politics of recognition in Australia enters a new, highly contested phase. At the same time, the scene offers something other than the chance to witness an allegory of race relations. Under cover of the hiding, Philomac sneaks a small object into his pocket, an object that will come in handy when he needs to unshackle his chains. After witnessing the shootout at the neighbouring station, Philomac takes two more objects from a saddlebag â a tobacco pouch and a gold pocket watch. The tobacco is quickly dispensed with, but Philomac holds onto the precious watch until the very end of the film. As it turns out, Philomac is the unacknowledged son of the white boss who gave him the hiding. There is a moment of affiliation between them, however, as the story of frontier âjusticeâ unfolds, deep time wins over clock time. Philomacâs final, pensive gesture in the film is to contemplate and then relinquish the beautifully crafted watch by casting it into a waterhole. In this gesture of relinquishment, the film suggests that colonial clock time is but a dro...