OK, being Aussie Rules, it's actually a game of four quarters, but let's come back to that. It drew on clear dramatic links with commedia dell'arte and ancient classical theatre, and the comedy masks of the first half were rapidly replaced by the tragedy masks of the second. It has its obvious connections with Romeo and Juliet / West Side Story, depicting a love affair across a supposedly unbridgeable divide, which survives despite the girls' brother/kinsman being murdered by a friend/kinsman of the boy, in this case his sadistic racist bully of a father.
The first half is pure Boy's Own book stuff. First quarter, the underdog footy team of a small coastal town on the Eyre Peninsula has just won its way through to the regional Grand Final despite the stupidity of its cardboard cut-out coach, and his mindless `tactics'. The Pantaloon clown act of old man Darcy links to the second quarter, the final itself, where the team's progress towards annihilation by brutally tough opponents is suddenly halted and reversed when the young hero Blacky (who is white) has his moment of inspired brilliance, in this case by listening to his footy-mad mum, who tells him to ignore the coach's directions. Yes, it's straight out of the comic books, with Thumper the opposing ruckman truly larger than life, and Pickle's incredible sheep-shagging imitation just one of many well-shot moments of slapstick visual comedy.
The underlying element of racial tension, whilst made plain in the first half, provides no real presentiment of how suddenly it is about to explode from the moment when rising footy star Dumby Red (who is aboriginal), clearly the best player on field in the final, is overlooked at the medal presentation in favour of the coach's uninspired and uninspiring son. The violent third quarter is where Blacky finds himself embarking upon his hero's journey, no less complicated by him also having to cope with a whole raft of strange new emotions in his innocent teenage romance with aboriginal girl Clarence. This comes as an equally sudden development, despite being semaphored like a goal umpire's flags, as one sees her transformed in a couple of brief shots from the nameless `girl from the mission' into the love of his life.
We shouldn't be too critical if the final quarter fails to bring any real resolution, and certainly no evidence of redemption, prior to the siren. Outside Hollywood that's what life is like. But at 95 minutes, the movie is not overly long, and another ten minutes of developing and rounding out characters and relationships, perhaps also at the expense of a couple of shots of first half slapstick, might have helped. I'd like to have seen a couple more minutes given to a sensitive handling of the recognition and communication of mutual boy-girl attraction, and some dimension given to the aggressive black activist, whom I found to be another cardboard cut-out, merely remaining in the same peripheral category as the racist publican, played by `Beau'.
I came out of `The Tracker' feeling breathless at what I had just seen. I came out of `Aussie Rules' thinking I was glad I'd seen it, but that whilst they had kicked a good few goals, they also hit the post a couple of times (explanation for non-Aussies: hitting the post scores just one point, whilst a goal, if you kick the ball clean through between the main goal posts, scores six).
I gave it 7/10, and might well raise that to 8 on a second viewing.
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