From Identity to Interval
by Stephen Muecke
Stephen Muecke teaches Cultural Studies at the University of Technology, Sydney.
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If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.
- Robert Musil
In 1977 Phil Noyce directed Backroads, a low budget short feature funded by the Creative Development Branch of the Australian Film Commission. This was the first feature for this Australian director who went on to Hollywood, and now has work like Newsfront (1978), Dead Calm (1989), Patriot Games (1992), Clear and Present Danger (1994) and The Saint (1997) in his directorial CV. Dubbed by Susan Dermody and Liz Jacka as one of the most interesting films of the period, (1) they also characterised Backroads as an existentialist road movie, directionless, on outback roads, leading nowhere. (2) While atopia is in itself an interesting figure, the structure of the movie is more determined than that. The following analysis will sketch some of the lines of influence which made the movie what it is, and then go on to relate it to concepts of Australian landscape.
Firstly, Backroads emerges out of Noyce's background in the documentary genre. He had shot a number of short films, one of which was on 'poofter-bashing' kids from Sydney's Western suburbs. In an interview with Michael Carlton conducted for the Australian Film Television and Radio School (AFTRS) in 1978, after Newsfront, Noyce gestured towards an aesthetic of vérité focussed on casting and performance. (3) He distinguished his work in this area (more realistic performance) from the ABC style (a studied sort of thing [with its] stiff and theatrical rendering of character). (4) Casting is crucial in achieving this aesthetic because it relies on the actual life experience of the actors so that their performance comes out of a sort of inner emotion the people look as though they've done all that before they mean what they are saying rather than a screen they've set up around their body to make them appear like that.
So it was highly significant that Gary Foley was chosen to play the part of Gary in Backroads. Foley was at the plateau of his political activist career. In 1971 he had hoaxed The Australian newspaper into believing there was a highly militant Black Panther chapter in Australia, (5) but the members of this group were nevertheless part of a new generation of Aboriginal activists fighting for political ground, landrights and the promotion of Aboriginal knowledge and history. This group was associated with the 1972 'Tent Embassy' set up outside parliament House in Canberra which put Aboriginal affairs firmly on the agenda of the Labour government of Gough Whitlam. Foley was also one of those who worked on cultural fronts, taking part in street theatre, movies and the music scene, and eventually appearing as a guest singer with The Clash on their Australian tour in 1982.
Backroads, Foley explains, was only ever screened once commercially in [Australia], at the Longford Cinema in Melbourne. But it was
Furthermore, Foley was involved in an ongoing critique of the film. Backroads, says Noyce went through a genesis right through until it hit the screen, and was even recut afterwards. Foley was allowed to modify the script as Noyce invited him into the screenwriting process. All the team was aware that the film was to be workshopped as it was being made and Noyce was prepared to admit that he [Foley] knows more about Aboriginals than I ever will.
Noyce's documentary aesthetic filming what happens recording is reinforced with the performances of cast members drawing on their own life experiences, their adlibbing of the script, and finally brought together in the editing, which is where Noyce seems to feel his authorial intervention is made: you editorialise later in the editing or manipulation by juxtaposition, you're making your statements later.
Michael Carlton, in the interview, was keen to label Noyce the democratic film director in recognition of this more communal effort in the production, and for Dermody and Jacka there is a less didactic style as such films tend to be those that play with the genre. (8) And while the overall effect is a relaxed way by thinking through genre the film also accurately articulates its time and place. (9) In retrospect, it most definitely belongs to '70s Australia, with emergent Aboriginal politics and cultural activism colliding with hippyism and so-called sexual liberation. At a technical level the film has the low production qualities of the nascent Australian film industry.
In the film, Gary and Jack meet more or less by accident when they steal a car (a '62 Pontiac Parisienne) and head off on the back roads through outback New South Wales towards Sydney. The story opens with the following text:
Gary and Uncle Joe breezed into Colli yesterday looking for work around the wheat sheds. When Gary's old Morris packed up Joe pissed off to the Royal to spend his social cheque.
The cops lumbered Gary for the night on a vagrancy charge, so Joe hitched a ride back to the reserve with some buds.
At a central point in the film, there is a sequence of events and images on which I want to pause, not to release a condensed or hidden meaning, but rather to examine the apparent meaninglessness of the sequence and to show how the intervals between events release new possibilities. In speaking of the cinema of Jean-Luc Godard, John Rajchman talks of a montage of 'irrational continuities,' where the 'and' of cinematic construction falls free from the movements of the 'is' of given identities or predications. (11) Here, in the intervals the characters gain and lose identities, transferring and transforming cultural understandings.
Gary is in the house at the Dodge City Reserve, Brewarrina, cuddling his son, saying goodbye. Jack is yelling at him and swearing; he's uncomfortable on the Reserve, he wants to get back on the road. And at the same time we cut to Essie Coffey sitting outside singing a famous Aboriginal Country and Western song. (12)
and they opened up the big iron door
I shook my head as I sadly said
'I never get drunk no more'.
I made a vow I give it up for now
People in town they just runnin' us down
JACK: You couldn't make it in fuckin' white society you fuckin' part [?] little cunt.
GARY: What about assimilation and all it means, man ... far as I can figure out we'll all get wiped out in the end, all us fellas, the Kooris, that's no good.
JACK: Well it'd be better than what you're doin' now look at those poor bastards on the reserve man they got no chance. Look at you, you bum around the fuckin' country. I don't work but at least I always got a bloody quid in my pocket. I pinch, borrow or steal it. Chris' what are you doin'?
GARY: That's what you gubbos can't understand eh? Ol' koori is different to you fellas, ol' koori is different, different ways.
JACK: Well, what do you want?
GARY: You s'posed to go to work six days a week, get yourself a house...
JACK: Oh fuck, I don't work either.
GARY: Yeah I mean, look at all those, maybe you're a bit more Koori (hits him on the thigh) than you like to think, mate ... Look at those gubbos out there man, they slave their guts out all their lives and what have they got to show for it? You know? What you going to do with all that money, you know you can't take it with you...
ANNA [in back seat, stoned]: Oh I don't know I wonder...
GARY: The old koori's got his way of life, everything that we've got.
ANNA: ... it's the kid I worry about ...
GARY: There's no such thing as what's mine in the Koori way of life, it's what's ours.
JACK: Pack a fuckin' commos.
ANNA: Mum's looking after him
GARY: Maybe, but still, [laughs]
JEAN-CLAUDE: But still you look [?] for yourself, huh?
ANNA: I don't reckon I'll ever know myself.
GARY: Nah mate, we're different.
JACK: You're livin' in a white society, man.
GARY: Are we? Huh! Are we livin' in the white society man? Are we really in the white society. Why we on the reserve, if we in the white society?
JACK: Well the fact that you're on the fuckin' reserve is pretty significant, isn't it?
GARY: We're separate from the white society already, aren't we?
JACK: Yeah, on white man's terms, gubbo's.
GARY: Look at the dagoes mate, they've been brung out 'ere...
JACK: Oh come on, don't give me that shit. When a dago comes out here within two fuckin' years they got their own house paid for, the fuckin' two fridges and the two cars...
GARY: They still got their own language they still got their own customs.
JACK: Yeah they're assimilated, they're assimilated, man!
GARY: They're not assimilated.
JACK: They fuckin' are! I've been down to fuckin' Carlton in Melbourne, I was down there.
GARY: Well you wind up in the big smoke like that in Melbourne, but not me. What I seen, what I seen is, Ities [= Italians] and all these people man, what I like about those fellas anyhow they've kept their language, they've kept their customs, and they look after their own just like ol' Kooris, mate.
I had already decided that this scene was pivotal to the film, and this was confirmed in the Carlton interview where Noyce describes the two characters reaction to the script:
This film sequence, like Foucault's heterotopic sites, is composed of heterogeneous elements. The appreciation and analysis of this heterogeneity means that where race-based conflict and contradiction habitually intensify (over sites, landscapes), ways of thinking other than possession and identity may have to be found. The ethical solution I have described is not achieved didactically, but its 'relaxed' effect is achieved more in a ritual condensation of various codesmusic, the road genre, sexuality, racism. This is a poetic effect with an ethical direction.
It may be a bit far-fetched to say that the Backroads' cinematic sequence is resonant with a certain kind of poetry, but I would say its aesthetic is the landscape function of offering this non-didactic space, which sutures the subject into it. Jack's racist ravings (which are remarkably consonant with contemporary racist discourses; the unreconstructed 'innocent' dialogue of the '70s meets reconstructed or staged racisms twenty years later) are dominated by the men's emerging feelings of mateship, while the comic sex in the back seat makes the whole sequence a community-formation exercise. Essie Coffey's song teaches us that the ethical is not in steadfastness (I made a vow I'd give it up for now) but in the truth of the image (and let the blood flow down my veins) which is one of how jail relates to grog, and how we relate to them (the others are just the same), but we, the Aborigines in the song, are the ones who get jailed.
Bachelard relates his phenomenology of space (useful for my identity-landscape-nationality metonymic chain) to poetic emergence, which for him means images without causality or history:
So it will not be a critique of racism produced as a statement that will work, a reduction to the law of the word, to the predictable syntax of a grammar of compulsion. The 'effective critique' (for want of a better phrase) is the one produced as something desirable: a form of life which is not just the film, text or structure as expression, but the ontological creation of the viewer already formed or coming to being through other such articulations. Having been in one place (say, Dodge City Reserve in Brewarrina), one emerges via an interval in another (a car moving on a road). This is not just a vector of freedom (and certainly not a symbol or metaphor of it). Rather, it releases an ethical life-force through utterances (JACK: I'm not havin' ago at yer, mate, I just wanta understand it that's all) or acts (sex in the back seat). The assertion of this life is gained through contrast with the dead kangaroo as an icon of Australianness, destroyed by the same on-going mad rush which is Australian modernism, and it prefigures the death of Gary as he is literally hunted down by the gleeful police at the end of this unfinished journey.
© Stephen Muecke, October 2001
Thanks to Gary Foley for permission to use the images from his website.
To obtain more information about Backroads or to purchase it on video, please visit Smart St Films.
Compiled by Ingo Petzke and Ian Stocks
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