Classic Film Review: History, Classism, War Crimes, Australian Character and a Director’s Intent Collide in “Breaker Morant” (1980)

Australian cinema hadn’t made much of a mark internationally before The Australian New Wave hit in the mid ’70s through the very early ’80s.

In a flash, Australian history, culture, character and mores were broadcast to the big wide world through such classic films as “Walkabout,” “The Last Wave,” “Picnic at Hanging Rock,” “My Brilliant Career,” “Mad Max,” “Gallipoli” and “Breaker Morant.”

Stars such as Mel Gibson, Judy Davis, Bryan Brown, Nicole Kidman and Sam Neill rode that wave to Hollywood. And directors burst through, as filmmakers from Peter Weir and Fred Schepisi to Gillian Armstrong and Bruce Beresford became mainstream stars behind the camera, making hits and even blockbusters in Hollywood.

But such filmmakers’ piercing and often askance view of their own culture, via their early films, is what cineastes still gravite towards.

“Breaker Morant” (1980) was Beresford’s big break, a combat film about the largely forgotten “first modern guerilla war,” the Boer War, and a courtroom drama about how such “irregular forces” wars render their combatants capable of inhuman crimes.

“Breaker Morant” was taken as a Vietnam allegory in the U.S. and elsewhere, and as a rallying cry for Australian sovereignty and against English classism and disdain for all things Oz, thanks to a “kangaroo court” court-martial that condemned Australian soldiers serving in South Africa condemned for, as they insisted, “following orders.”

The film, which stretches history to its breaking point in some cases and finds deeper truth in others, looks at how the expediencies of war and the nature of tit-for-tat guerilla conflicts dehumanizes even the humane. But it’s been embraced for something else that’s nakedly obvious to any viewer — nascent Australian nationalism, and Australian victimhood at the hands of the prejudiced empire that sent their “worst” to a country that started life as a penal colony

So Beresford saying “I always get amazed when people say to me that this is a film about poor Australians who were framed by the Brits” seems as patronizing as “Driving Miss Daisy,” which he also directed.

Watching “Breaker Morant” nearly half a century after its release it seems obvious that Beresford and the play and thinly-researched historical novel the film is based on sanitize and heroize a fairly unsavory title character. The immigrant turned horse “breaker,” pathological liar about his background, check-kiting, debt-dodging coward — according to some accounts — was British and insisted on being labeled as such, if that’s any consolation to Australian nationalists who see him as a symbolic hero.

The film is still brilliantly realized on all counts — a period piece of dazzling detail and grimly realized “irregular” combat and summary executions, with terrific, career-making performances by Edward Woodward (TV’s original “Equalizer”), Bryan Brown (“F/X,” “The Thorn Birds”) and Jack Thompson (“Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil,””The Great Gatsby”).

Woodward has the title role, that of a gruff older lieutenant with a poetic bent. We even see and hear him singing in a flashback that takes him back to his last visit to England.

The narrative is a flashback framed within the trial thrown together by British command in the “dirty war” against the Boers. Three lieutenants, played by Woodward, Brown and Lewis Fitz-Gerald, are accused of shooting prisoners and murdering a German Lutheran missionary. The actual case involved six officers and a wider-ranging set of charges, and the trial’s proceedings were covered up for years after it took place.

Thompson plays the inexperienced Australian solicitor ordered to defend the accused, Major Thomas. He proves up to the challenge, if not able to get around a court-martial triumvirate ordained to convict and shoot these men as quickly as possible as a sop to a possible peace settlement, and as a message to Australians still clinging to their rough and unruly image.

Woodward’s performance allows for moments of fury and florid poetry, and the occasional court outburst in and out of testimony.

“It is customary in a war to kill as many of the enemy as possible,” Morant acidly sneers at his officer class inquisitors.

Not actually a professional soldier, certainly not a career one, Morant (not his real name) is still astute enough to see this as “a new kind of war…We were out on the veldt, fighting the Boer the way he fought us. I’ll tell you what rule we applied, sir. We applied Rule 3-0-3!”

That’s the name and caliber of the British 303 rifle they fought with and used in their firing squads in a “no prisoners” campaign that the accused insist was not just officially sanctioned, but ordered from on high.

It’s no wonder this film was spun as a Vietnam War allegory in the States, with its “whatever works” against a slippery enemy ethics, impulsive reprisals and echoes of My Lai.

The Australian-as-South-African locations recreate the treeless emptiness of a country torn by a war mostly caused by British imperialism, in the person of immigrants pouring in for the gold, cheap land and diamonds and expecting to vote the Dutch and disenfranchised native Africans out of power and say in the region’s future, immigrants backed by invading British armies.

The action is limited, but realistic — even the fictional attack on their garrison that has our three imprisoned soldiers released to fight and save the day, a feature of many a Western.

But what stands out about “Breaker Morant” 45 years after its release is its Australian outrage, the sense that the effete Brits were and are still putting down Oz as a land of brawling, beer-drinking brutes, which cuts at the very core of that hard -and-that-makes-hard-men heritage that’s become a national brand.

And whatever Beresford still says that his breakthrough film is about, that message is but one of several this masterful and sweeping cinematic story sent and continues to send, even as scholars in the intervening years fill in the last blanks of demythologizing the man and that dirty war’s dirty court-martial that was his undoing.

Rating: TV-PG, combat violence, sexual situations, profanity

Cast: Edward Woodward, Bryan Brown, Lewis Fitz-Gerald, John Waters, Vincent Ball, Terence Donovan, Alan Cassell and Jack Thompson.

Credits: Directed by Bruce Beresford, scripted by Jonathan Hardy, David Stevens and Bruce Beresford, based on a play by Kenneth G. Ross and an historical novel by Kit Denton. A New World release on HDNet TV, Amazon, other streamers

Running time: 1:47

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Movie Preview: Pacino and Dan Stevens are exorcists in “The Ritual”

Another “true story” exorcism tale, this one co-starring Ashley Greene, Abigail Cowen and Patricia Heaton of “Everybody Loves Raymond.”

No. Seriously. June 6.

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Movie Review: Rickards and Lucas tag team for “Queen of the Ring”

“Queen of the Ring” is a two-fisted crowd-pleasing biopic of pioneering “lady wrestler” Mildred Burke, the “Kansas Cyclone” who rose from dropping men to the mat at county fairs and carnivals to become the first Million Dollar Female Athlete as she transformed wrestling from a male-only sport.

The film lets Emily Bett Rickards graduate from TV superhero supporting roles (“Arrow,” “The Flash”) to leading lady in a star turn that shows her credible in the clenches, a perfectly believable 1930s-50s “kick ass,” an era where women didn’t kick much of anything.

This generally historical “true story” by Ash Avildsen, the son of “Rocky” director John G. Avildsen, may frustrate as often as it delights. But the movie is in the same league as “A League of Their Own” in celebrating women breaking through in a male sport known more for its cartoonish heroes (“faces”) and villains (“heels”) and their scripted “stories” played out in the ring.

These pioneers didn’t just force states to accept women competing in such bouts. They integrated another corner of American sport Black female performances as they became a great draw in during and after World War II.

Mildred Bliss (Rickards) is a frustrated waitress and short-order cook at her mother’s (Cara Buono of “Stranger Things”) Kansas diner, a single mom with dreams of bigger things. She’s become a wrestling fan, and as fading “face” turned “heel” Billy Wolfe (Josh Lucas) is a regular at local fairs and at her diner, she begs him to train her and make her a star.

“Too small,” he huffs. Female wrestling is illegal in much of the country. “Fixed” or not, wrestling is a physically demanding, injurious grind, and “life under the lights” isn’t easy money or easy living.

Even if “controversy creates cash,” there’s only so far one can go as a carnival sideshow attraction. But Billy watches her pin one of the skinnier wrestlers under his tutelage and takes her on. The Kansas Cyclone is soon dropping and pummeling men her weight and larger at fairs all over the South and Midwest.

Billy finds himself smitten, and not just with their burgeoning success. It’s a shame he’s an opportunistic, abusive womanizer. Mildred, never taking her eyes off the prize, maintains the partnership, takes the abuse and even marries the guy once they’ve built something big and getting bigger.

She knows community property law.

Avildsen the Younger immerses in the domestic messiness of all this, in between eager new recruits (Francesca Eastwood, Kaily Farmer, Marie Avgeropoulos) joining up, inspired by “Milli’s” bravado, fame and lifestyle. A “business” marriage to an in-and-out-of-the-ring “heel” isn’t all its cracked up to be, with him bullying her and his son and assistant promoter (Tyler Posey) falling in love with the leading lady of wrestling.

That’s where the film frustrates. Mildred endures abuse, and we’re told more than once how she’s not “allowed” to do what she’s doing in much of the country. We see no signs of her being repressed and denied the chance to perform via sexism. No cops show up to “stop the show.” This denies us seeing another obstacle for her for overcome and another reason to root for her.

Avildsen co-wrote the script, which goes out of its way to fudge or just avoid the issue of “time.” Years go by, characters age, a World War erupts mid-story (and is never mentioned) and we aside from anachronistic music and the passing model years of cars — some in colorized archival footage — we only have a firm grasp of one date — the 1954 title defense bout that turned into a “shoot” — off-script, no holds barred, aka a “real” fight — that frames the story.

Meanwhile, every new woman to approach Billy must be sized-up and shown in her own training montage. Events in the ring don’t always match the historical record as the movie meanders through these events and the era that spawned them.

And bringing in “Gorgeous George” Raymond (Adam Demos, miscast), while historically defensible — he and Mildred were contemporaries and pals — feels shoehorned in and mishandled.

Walton Goggins, cast as early wrestling “tycoon” Jack Pfefer, is a waste of the most colorful member of this ensemble.

But Rickards is quite good — muscular enough to be convincing in the lifts and drops, sexy enough to sell the sex appeal of this corner of wrestling. And Lucas is often at his best as a heel — comical or otherwise.

Whatever its sluggish pace and stumbling grasp of time, “Queen of the Ring” still manages to be a fine vehicle for making a case for women’s equality in a period piece that more than gives this sport and that period in time its due.

Rating: PG-13, domestic abuse, violence, profanity

Cast: Emily Bett Rickards, Josh Lucas, Tyler Posey, Kailey Farmer, Francesca Eastwood, Adam Demos, Marie Avgeropoulos and Walton Goggins

Credits: Directed by Ash Avildsen, scripted by Alton Ramsay and Ash Avildsen, based on the Mildred Burke biography by Jeff Leen. A Sumerian release.

Running time: 2:20

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Movie Preview: Denzel and Spike, “Highest 2 Lowest”

A hardass music mogul faces an old school, off the books ransom/shakedown.

Jeffrey Wright, Ilfenesh Hadera and A$AP Rocky also star in Spike’s latest.

August 22, from Apple/A24

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Movie Review: A Chinese Cop and Robber bromance — “Hunt the Wicked”

“Hunt the Wicked” is a dopey, cheesy cop-teams-with-a-robber shoot’em-up, punch’em-down, kick’em-where it hurts thriller from China.

A serious read on it has to note its tale of official corruption, with a mayor secretly running a narcotics empire under the noses of the citizens who elected him with the cops who work for him turning a blind eye.

It features a laughably theatrical version of police work — with in-the-dark cops emptying the over-production-designed office for assault convoys on the merest of hunches, with such onslaughts often turning into ambushes.

The characters are arch archetypes to a one — intrepid “hero” police captain (Miao Xie), the trusted and noble lieutenant (Jing Gu) who crushes on him, the violent thief (Andy On) masterminding a take-down of this drug empire and his deadly and fetching “honey” (Hong Shuang), a sniper, always two steps ahead of the police.

The polluted water of the fictional Wusili City is a subtext here, as we see heroes and villains diving into the brownest effluent imaginable and the lying mayor (Andrew Lin Hoy) even drinking it to brag about how he cleaned the river/bay up.

He vomits afterwards, and makes the aide who suggested the stunt pay for his stupidity.

But taking all this new designer drug, whose kinky chemistry professor inventor (Anson Leung) is nabbed and worse in the opening scene, smuggling drugs in cakes of ice (meant to be fish) and supervillain meeting with his peers via a Bond villain lair Zoom call seriously is an exercise in futility.

The fights are what fans will show up for, and they’re decent if not remotely genre redefining.

But there’s another subtext here that’s pretty easy to pick up on, and that might be unintentional, which makes it all the more entertaining.

These two foes really get in each other’s faces. I mean CLOSE up. Once they’ve established that they aren’t going to kill each other, their clenches take on a homoerotic quality.

The rogueish robber Wei Yun-zhou is always asking Capt. Huang to dinner. “Why don’t you eat with me?” in Mandarin Chinese with English subtitles. As we’ve seen the workaholic captain repeatedly refuse food from his adoring lieutenant, it’s notable that yes he will have a bite, thank you very much.

When Wei Yun-zhou later has him tied up, he slices off a bit of sushi that has the cop eat off his knife blade. Wicked sexy.

That suggests an interesting direction that this dull, formulaic and contrived thriller might have taken, the road from foes to bros to “We have so much in common” and “You have a taste for fine food” and picking out wedding china. Not that they call it that in China.

Rating: unrated, violence

Cast: Andy On, Miao Xie, Jing Gu, Hong Shuang, Andew Lin Hoy

Credits: Directed by Suiqinag Huo, scripted by
Ma Lao. A Well Go USA/HI-YAH! release.

Running time: 1:43

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Movie Preview: Pierce Brosnan, Samuel L. Jackson and I guess Brandon Lessard are “The Unholy Trinity”

“Trinity” is the name of the town in this Western, and a word revered in Spaghetti Western circles thanks to the “They Call Me Trinity” films starring Terrence Hill in the early ’70s.

Native American actress Q’orianka Kilcher (“A New World”), David Arquette of the “Scream” franchise, Tim Daly (TV’s “Wings”), Paris Brosnan — son of Pierce — and Ethan Peck — grandson of Grgeory– are also in the cast.

This one rolls out June 13.

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BOX OFFICE: “Thunderbolts*” open big, but Marvel BIG? Maybe not. “Sinners” abide, “Minecraft” mines on…

A big Thursday night ($11.5) pushed Marvel’s “Thunderbolts*” through a robust Friday, which Disney says added $20 million to that for a $31.5 million “opening day,” with Saturday and Sunday adding up to a $76 million opening weekend.

As that’s well below the desultory “Captain America: Brave New World,” which opened to $88 million in a cinematically slow Feb., Marvel appears to be facing a BO landscape of permanently-reduced expectations, post “Deadpool & Wolverine.”

It’s not “The Marvels” ($46 in 2023), but $76 puts it in the lower-third of Marvel opening weekends, in “Ant Man” sequel, “Eternals” and “Shang-Chi” territory.

Unproven characters, not a “box office” star in the lot, an unknown and a “Seinfeld” holdover as villains, thin character development but with a generational despair connection that may resonate with Gen Z, Marvel will call this is “win” even though, by May/Marvel standards, this isn’t all that.

It’s critic proof, but reviews overall have been approving if not enthusiastic.

The more ambitious “Sinners” is proving to be the box office phenomenon of the spring, and should hang around into summer. Adding another $33 this weekend shows Ryan Coogler’s got his finger on the ticket-buying public’s pulse. Racism taking on a vampiric edge is what the people want. Apparently.

“Minecraft” proves the value of a beloved video game as movie fodder, riding through bad reviews to another $13.7 million this weekend. As dumb as that comical beast is, you’d better believe every studio is going to school on how to pander your way to black ink with a video game property.

The more conventionally entertaining “The Accountant 2” is also proving to have legs, with a $9.5 million weekend (50%+ falloff from its opening).

“Until Dawn” is the only “other” horror title in theaters (after “Sinners”) to move the BO needle, adding another $3 million. It, too, is based on a video game. And it’s further proof that “Sinners” is the horror exception to the rule. That audience has shrunk, not producing the numbers it did as recently as a year and a half ago.

As that audience skews younger, it may very well be that “the kids aren’t going OUT to the movies any more,” as some doomsayers are claiming.

The animated “King of Kings” is still in the top ten and has cleared the $57 million mark since opening.

Overall, however, this is a decent weekend for ticket sales, chasing away memories of a comatose spring and most of the titles that led to it.

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Movie Review: Marvel’s New “A” Team earns its asterisk — “Thunderbolts*”

It takes a solid hour to get going, and pretty much as long to identify its characters. Good luck if you buy a ticket and show up without more background than you typically need to know for a comic book adaptation.

And it finishes with a pulled-punch, because it can’t bear to call a villain a villain and wants to make the point that sometimes we have to “work with” evil.

The jokes don’t really land, and for what it’s worth, if you’ve seen the trailers, you’ve heard the punchlines.

The stakes are low as “death” seems permanently impermanent in this corner of the Marvel Universe. At least Scarlett Johannson had the good sense to cash in, punch out and move on.

Here the Oscar-in-her-future leading lady is adequate at fight choreography — no more — and the supporting cast is mostly lesser lights who could stand a little character development and build-up so that they “grow” a little more charisma in our minds, at least, over the two hours and six minutes of Marvel’s “Thunderbolts*.”

But say this much for Marvel’s rebooting of its “Super Friends” segment of the comic book action fantasy marketplace. “Thunderbolts*” earn their asterisk.

This impromptu “team” meets as they’re each summoned to a fortified mountain “vault” to TCB for an embattled and corrupt CIA chief (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) who is trying to cover her pre-impeachment “human testing” and off-the-books “ops” from a dogged Congressman (Wendell Pierce), a feat which she might just manage thanks to her amoral/follow-orders aide (Geraldine Viswanathan, co-star of the best “COVID” comedy “Seven Days,” and “Blockers.” pretty bland here).

So Yelena Belova (Florence Pugh), still mourning the death of her Black Widow sister (Scarlett Johansson), “dime store Captain America” John Walker (Wyatt Russell, son of Goldie and Kurt), and the vanishing superheroine/assassin we learn is named “Ghost” (Hannah John-Kamen) all show up to deal with an files-stealing interloper on orders from CIA chief Valentina Allegra de Fontaine (Dreyfus).

They figure out the crooked appointee at CIA has lured them into a trap. But they can’t quite figure out who the hapless dude in the pajamas — “Bob” (Lewis Pullman) — is and why he’s here.

As they escape, aided eventually by Yelena’s Soviet super soldier Dad, Alexei (David Harbour), the Red Guardian who now drives an ancient Lincoln stretch limo, they’re pursued by The Winter Soldier himself, Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan), now a Congressman who figures he can throw in with them and bring down this corrupt spy boss in a post-Avengers universe.

Because the spy boss has a new “secret weapon.” Think “human testing” and “confused guy in his pajamas.”

It’s a cutesie “anti-hero” superhero riff that never really delivers, despite having a few fights — fewer than usual — and the requisite explosions (probably less than were contracted for). They throw in some existential angst, about loneliness and the generational disconnect that has many wondering “Why carry on?”

Heroes and villains ponder this.

One problem with “Thunderbolts*,” a moniker the various “super serum” superheroes cannot agree on (thus the asterisk), is the unfamiliarity of the characters and most of the actors playing them. Even people deep into Marvel have been sharing homework on this project online as it was cast and cobbled together.

Another serious shortcoming is the villain, whose pajamas hint at how he’s able to get into their dreams and heads, taking them back to ugly moments pretty much every character in this has experienced or instigated. He makes the leap to global menace in a flash.

“Everyone here has done bad things,” Yelena rationalizes. But that’s no reason to stop trying to do good.

Harbour tries to make Russian accents comical again, an uphill struggle. Russell takes a shot at making his biggest role memorably unpleasant. He’s Captain America as “an a—ole,” more than one character surmises.

Others are left with little to play, with Dreyfus particularly misused — teetering on comical, relying on that Cruella-streak of white in her hair to do the heavy lifting on her villainy. Other players lack the throw-weight to give the picture gravitas and its villains or heroes color beyond what’s on the scripted page.

It’s all something of a jumble, with even its “kumbaya “messaging muddled in a murk of competing story agendas.

As someone who’s not a fan of most of the Marvel movies that have come off the assembly line in recent years. I’ll admit to appreciating one cool “new” effect — human beings and superhuman beings turned into Hiroshima “shadows” in the wink of a “god” supervillain’s eye.

But with Pugh featuring in most of the close-ups in a film story that’s really going nowhere but “sequels,” one never shakes the feeling that an actress of her already-impressive stature should have taken Johansson’s lead and limited her commitment to this piffile to one, two or three lucrutive and perhaps limited appearances.

Giving her a kicky blonde dye-job and a shapeless jump suit and letting her throw punches that don’t impress anyone feels like a waste, as this not-jokey-enough superhero punchout is plainly beneath her even if she never lets on that she thinks that.

Rating: PG-13 for strong violence, profanity, thematic elements, some sexual and drug references.

Cast: Florence Pugh, Sebastian Stan, Wyatt Russell, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Hannah John-Kamen,
Geraldine Viswanathan, Lewis Pullman, Wendell Pierce, and David Harbour

Credits: Directed by Jake Schreier, scripted by Eric Pearson and Joanna Kalo, based on assorted Marvel comics and Marvel comic characters. A Marvel Studios release.

Running time: 2:06

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Movie Preview: Janney and Cranston head a ’70s small-time “theatre” family where “Everything’s Going to be Great”

Show business at the dinner theater/regional theater level in the ’70s, this one pairs up Oscar winner Allison Janney with her “I, Tonya” screenwriter and Oscar nominee Bryan Cranston as parents of one “Theatre Kid” and his reluctant older brother.

The always laconic Chris Cooper, another Oscar winner, also stars in the latest film from the director of “Tetris,” “Filth” and “Stan & Ollie.”

Yeah, Jon S. Baird seems like the right guy to helm this June 9 release.

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Documentary Preview: Astronaut, Glass Ceiling Breaker, Heroine, Queer Icon — “Sally” Ride

This overdue bio-doc hits National Geographic on June 16, and rolls onto streamers Disney+ and Hulu June 17.

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