Peter Weir was about 12 when he directed this film and what a disturbingly brilliant film he ended up making.
In fact this was his first major movie, obviously a great director in the making as the film was made on a shoe-string
budget somewhere in the Australian outback in the mid seventies. The film centers on a small village named Paris in the middle of no where.
Odd things happen in this dead-end one horse town, very odd things indeed and the people are not only sinister but almost vulture-esque in their
attitude to hapless drivers who are forced off the road down a hill to finish up either dead or lying wounded bleeding and strapped to a doctor's
surgery table in dreary surroundings. Interested? Not everyone's entertainment, I agree, but the film develops interestingly when a couple of
down and outs try heading towards Paris. After being forced off the road, one dies, one survives and the consequences are dramatic to say the least.
This is a very well thought out story. It would be a brilliant re-make but only if Peter Weir were at the helm. Remember, this film was partially financed
by The Australian National Film board and a partially by a 12 year old's pocket money so there isn't much in the bank for Avatar style special effects.
In fact CGI meant absolutely nothing in 1974 when the film was made. The film is crude, raw often spartan, but that is why it is so brilliant.
For the record I was 12 when this film came out and although an "X" certificate managed to sneak into a cheap cinema in Croydon to watch it with a few mates.
It made an impression on me then and it made an impression on me 6 months ago when I watched it for only a second time. 6 out of 10 cats will dislike the film,
2 out of ten will detest it but 2 out of 10 will love it. Which cat are you going to be?