May 29th 2009 02:23
It’s 1999, Western Australia, and Ben Mitchell (Nathan Phillips) buys a dirt cheap used car and hooks up with his two British backpacker mates Liz Hunter (Cassandra Magrath) and Kristy Earl (Kestie Morassi). The plan is to travel on the smell of an oily rag through the outback of Australia before the girls fly back home. They party hard the night before and next morning hit the road with hangovers, but in good spirits. These three have fun together, and it even seems Liz has a crush on Ben.
John Jarrat as Mick Taylor
No use crying over spilt fingers
Travel to Wolf Creek yourself, Mick Taylor still hunts there
Torture porn is not everyone’s cup of cold vomit, but it’s a natural direction for desensitized horrorphiles wanting intense visceral gratification. Yes there’s a perverse thrill to it. I don't necessarily get off on it myself, but it has a definite context; adding that extra push onto the sharper edge of the horror purge, and it is the purge of repulsion that provides part of the acute sense of mortification that is the essence of the horror movie experience.
I’m getting up on my high horror horse here, I need to calm down.
Here's the excellent U.S. trailer:
And here's self-righteous U.S. critics Ebert & Roeper damning the movie, showing themselves to have no fucking idea (pardon my French), especially with Ebert comparing Wolf Creek to Rob Zombie's highly over-rated The Devil's Rejects, which I thought was a piece of crap: