The Set

What a schtinker.

Maybe back in the day, the film was shocking. Lots of bare boobies. One hairy chest A few bare bottoms.

As an historical gay themed film, it's interesting, but beyond that, it's pretty dull. The music and dancing look dated even for the Swingin' Seventies. The film has a lotta swinging going on, but for today's audience, it's more ho-hum than inflammatory.

The women's hairdos are interesting. Must have been a lot of VO-5 on the set.

The acting is on the lower end of so-so, and the cinematography was too. Movie makers have thankfully honed their skills since the making of The Set.

There are some really crude representations of the 'derelict lifestyle.' Like when Paul opens a can of beer for Tony, and tosses the tab from the can into the refrigerator. Tony just throws his on the floor. The ashtrays are humorously full of butts. Except for the ones on the floor around the fireplace.

The bathroom, however, is quite clean and tidy for a two-bachelor pad.

And then there are some quite mysterious scenes that could have been for another movie. Tony tossing a football around in the street with the neighborhood kids, and giving one of them a harmonica whose real significance fallen out of the script.

The whole film is an eye-roller. But maybe it's an interesting peek into the seventies for those who never experienced it.

Enjoy. But don't expect much. Though I suppose the intent was some sort of social redemption at the end, where ALMOST everyone is having a rollicking good time. .

My memories of this little known Aussie film are dim at best but I am clear on a story told me by the remarkable (and now late) publicist, poet, and friend of mine, Adrian Rawlins.

He took American reviewer Rex Reed along to 'The Set' around the time of it's release in Sydney, possibly even it's premiere. According to Adrian, Rex was wont to walk out on anything he thought was less than worthwhile. At the end of the performance Adrian said, "That was awful, I can't believe you sat through the whole thing!" to which Rex replied, "I know, I know, it was so bad, I couldn't move, I was riveted to my seat!"

Today I'm not sure where Rex Reed is, Adrian is immortalized in bronze on a pillar in Fitzroy in suburban Melbourne (his hometown). As for 'The Set', perhaps a retrospective of Australian cinema may bring this little attempt at breaking new ground to light again sometime in the future.

'The Set' was made two years before Australian television led the world in its depiction of sex in the classic soap 'Number 96'. Clunky and clumsy though much of the film is, there is a freshness and immediacy about some of its scenes that is very taking. Hazel Phillips is the standout in a generally unexciting cast: she alone has the style and elegance to convince us that this is a genuinely 'groovy' set of people challenging the still stifling mores of Australia as it enters the 1970s. Although the film is regarded today, if at all, as an oddity, Hazel Phillips and a few of the other actors present a fascinatingly savvy commentary on a transitional period between prudery and permissiveness.

I wonder what "The Set" looks like now? I remember it vaguely and would be curious to see it again. It was pretty awful back in the seventies and strangely even a bit dated way back then. It was meant to be shocking. It was heavily promoted as having every sexual deviation imaginable, of course that was a time before the world finally worked out that being gay was just another life style choice. To be fair some of the actors are sexy and the movie as a whole was really no worse than a lot of other movies. The Set is a movie worthy of preservation. I wonder if we will ever see it again. I hope it has not been lost. Poor Sean M was an attractive actor and perhaps never lived this down, a bit unfair as he was not that bad. The script was a shocker.

It may have worked in its time, but watching it in 2024 it's absolutely "cringeworthy" No matter HOW you view it, you'd think the director had just discovered homosexuality - and run with it, with all the class and finesse of an episode of an episode of No. 96.

No. 96 and The Box were the first introduction to the "full frontal" on the small B&W screen in Australia.

I must confess I couldn't sit through "The Set" in its entirety.

You may be able to endure, if you could cast your mind back to being a thirteen-year-old boy, for the duration.

The 1970's were a renaissance for Australian film and film makers.

But THIS little curio is, today, strictly a museum piece - and a reminder of just how far Australian cinema has evolved - but, otherwise, something best forgotten.