Sam Neill has celebrated the development of a national cinema in New Zealand as a movement from “the B picture to the A feature.” Cinema of Unease casts New Zealand’s political, cultural and cinematic independence as a coming-of-age...
moreSam Neill has celebrated the development of a national cinema in New Zealand as a movement from “the B picture to the A feature.” Cinema of Unease casts New Zealand’s political, cultural and cinematic independence as a coming-of-age story. The cultural value assigned to the concept of national cinema presupposes an organic model of growth from immaturity to maturity. B films, on the other hand, are generally coded as juvenile in content and delinquent in form. They are often regarded as stylistically impure, unformed, improper, amateur. The films of Ritchie Venus could be said to fall into this category. Ritchie has been making incredible films, filtered through the conventions of American B Movies, first with his father, then with his son, since the mid sixties.
Neill’s take on New Zealand film betrays an unease about cinema itself, and bad cinema in particular. I wish to invert his thesis: the pleasures of the B picture return to haunt the desire for a national cinema. From this angle, Ritchie Venus assumes the role of Sam Neill’s double. Both, by the by, had their formative encounters with film in Christchurch, a city which features prominently in Cinema of Unease. I explore Ritchie’s corpus, which includes such titles as Jaws of Death, Vigilante Fury, The Saga of Billy Byrne, Off on a Comet, for clues to the Oedipal deadlock that marks the difference between good and bad cinema. The public investment and official interest in national cinema mirrors the private indulgence and illicit appreciation of the B grade movie. But, ultimately, neither really break with the master discourses of Family or State.
The essay is an extensive revision of the original paper that I presented at the B for Bad Cinema conference. I was especially struck by Ernest Mathijs’ ideas about the manner in which time and place are directly experienced through bad cinema, and have attempted to translate his insights into a critical reflection upon the strange resemblance between the cult status ascribed to bad cinema and the cultural standing attributed to national cinema, especially in the local context of New Zealand.