Love Hunters

This film is really hard to watch much of the time, not only for the physical and sexual violence depicted on screen, but also the emotional abuse. It's just really unsettling, painful, brutal, tough, disturbing, and horrific.

It follows a murderous couple, John and Evelyn, who kidnap a teenaged girl, Vicki, in Perth, Australia in 1987. The things that transpire are harrowing and stomach-turning. What makes it all the more scary is the fact that this film is quite plausible. The "bad guys" look respectable: like you and me, your neighbors, teachers; they look like normal people, which makes this all the more disquieting. It all feels so real, raw, and visceral. The characters feel like real people and are multidimensional, including the villains, who so easily could've been written as one-dimensional evil people caricatures with no interiority. Evelyn is abused and damaged by John, which is why she tags along. John abuses her and kidnaps teenage girls because it makes him feel dominant. And Vicki isn't a damsel in distress; she's clever and quickly picks up on the tension and power dynamics of the captor couple and manipulates them in her attempts to escape. The dialogue feels realistic and the cinematography is very simplistic and pared-back, almost shot like a documentary, further elevating the verisimilitude; it often feels like you're a fly on the wall. Everything feels gritty.

The acting across the board is good. Emma Booth, Ashleigh Cummings, and Susie Porter are the standouts and all give really great performances. Booth as Evelyn in particular turns in a superb, impressive performance. The swath of emotions she conveys so organically is really something; she vacillates between being chilling to sympathetic to scary to pathetic to pleasant to enraged to envious.

I won't spoil anything, but the ending is really touching and edited so well. It so easily could've felt overly sentimental, but it just felt so moving, which further elevated the film overall. This is definitely worth a watch, albeit it's not for the faint of heart.

"Never talk to strangers. If someone ever tries to take you, fight with everything you have." ― Lisa Unger, Ink and Bone

Young writer-director Ben Young must have watched Jonathan Demme's Silence of the Lambs at least once because his Hounds of Love has earmarks of brilliant thriller/horror ultimately hinging on character and not blood. Young even introduces his film by observing that the real terror comes from what is not seen.

Much of this film, set in Perth, Australia, at Christmas time, 1987, is about the idea of a psychotic couple abducting and killing young women who happen to be stupid enough to get in the car of strangers. I say "idea" because once the girl is chained to a bed, the couple begins to reveal their psychoses, almost exclusively about the loss of children in their lives.

Although John White (Stephen Curry) does most of the physical heavy lifting as he abuses the girl, his partner, Evelyn (Emma Booth), is the tormented one and the object of abducted teen Vicki's (Ashleigh Cummings) campaign to drive a wedge between the two. The home and neighborhood is working class Perth, where similar events actually happened; the atmosphere is joyless living, not impoverished, just not nourished by the better angels of culture.

As the film moves assuredly to the climax, the characters' arcs move toward their deserved fate: Vicki shows a presence her initial bratty teen side did not evidence, John becomes more vulnerable because he is visceral rather than cerebral, and Evelyn struggles with her desire to have her children back in her life and her desire to be loved by John.

The title, Hounds of Love, ingeniously plays off the couple's dog and everyone's hunt for love, even Vicki's wounded but intrepid mother. Yes, life can have its moments of horror beyond the terrors of abuse and abduction.

Hounds of Love is meaty film from a talented filmmaker and a delight to see in a summer sure to be filled with explosions not of the mind.

I write as an escaped West Australian. We've all got something to live down.

Like Adelaide, Perth has had classic serial killers with an eerie Australian twist. Riffing on a grim 1980s case, Ben Young delivers a fine first feature, for which the Metacritic 72% is not far off the mark. The cinematography is great, capturing the endless hot sky and bleaker suburbs (read Coolbellup or Hamilton Hill) of the 1980s. Also a fine score. The three key players are excellent. The script maybe needed a little more rounding for the ending to gel properly, but I sure felt the tension.

As with Don't Tell and Berlin Syndrome, here's a rare Aussie feature that captures Australia but which I'd be proud to show overseas. Discouragingly, I wonder if the three taken together will pull much more than $1-2m.

Actually uses a real street name, no kidding. Hope it doesn't lead to disaster tourism. Meanwhile, some eagle has already spotted the curious anomaly of the 7-character number plate, never issued in Perth before the 1990s.

Hounds of love is a brutal, needlessly revolting exploration of the minds and deeds of psychopaths. No spoiler needed there. It is brilliantly acted, but as I sat and gave nearly 2 hours of my time to it, i wondered why it was made? With 'Snowtown' a few years back, and an endless number of overseas films dealing with this content, the Australian film industry is not going to stay afloat with horrific scenes as ones captured in this film. I''m not sure I am ever going to be able to laugh at Stephen Curry again; he plays the truly evil lead character here. Emma Booth who came to prominence a decade ago in the industry is impressive here; no doubt; it is guttural and devastating her performance. Ashleigh Cummings as the poor teenager violated by the couple is scaringly believable. The film recreates the look and feel of Western Australia in late 1987 and is creatively shot, edited and directed, but again I ask - why? This is not entertainment. It is torture porn. It is based on real life serial killers as was Snowtown but it has no real purpose.

I am viewing it as part of the 2017 AACTA screening process for the Australian film awards. Certainly Cummings and Booth deserve nods for their work, and Susie Porter is always sturdy and believable; here in a supporting role. Judging by the several pages of reviews already submitted for this film, my entry is probably not required, but this viewer is obviously not impressed by such horror and torture. No matter how brilliantly acted.

I will confess to often finding Australia to be a haunting place. I have a strange fascination with it. It's hard to explain, but I really enjoy watching Australian films, because of that.

Hounds Of Love is a well made psychological drama. It's harrowing, because of it's subject matter, but I also find it quite subtle, in the way it's handled. The central characters are all well played, but Emma Booth as tormented wife Evelyn White, I found pretty mesmerising.

It was also refreshing to see the male protagonist (Stephen Curry) portrayed as a streak-of-piss coward, as I feel many of these types of individuals are, in real life.

Class.