Film review by Colin Fraser THE BOOK OF REVELATION |
When Daniel is kidnapped by three women, he returns a broken man in search of meaning. | score 2 |
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Cast Tom Long, Greta Scacchi, Colin Friels Director Anna Kokkinos Screenwriter Anna Kokkinos Country Australia Rating / Running Time R / 117 minutes Australian Release September 2006 Official Site (c) moviereview
2006
ABN 72 775 390 361 |
Anna
Kokkinos likes to push boundaries. Her breakthrough Head On achieved exactly that with a scorching exploration of queer
sexual politic. Unwilling to take prisoners, the revelatory and somewhat
revolutionary film rewrote Australian sexuality, at least in the movies. That
was eight years ago and a lifetime in cinema. Her follow up is an adaptation of
Rupert Thomson’s The Book of Revelation,
another study of sexuality from a divergent angle. It is set in the domain of
dance, a hotbed of erotic and, by extension, religious expression. It is also
an examination of gender identity and power. Kokkinos
has returned banging on the doors of Catholic faith. Every moment of her film
is burdened with meaning. Daniel (Long) is a star dancer who goes missing for
ten days and returns a broken man. He has been ritually kidnapped and
violently, if artistically, raped by three women. Why, and will he survive the
ordeal? Answers are found in a film that seeks to polarise audiences and critics alike. Stylised design and camera work supports some
appealing ideas such as the psychology of rape, here reversed, but they’re
quickly sidelined. Kokkinos is on a different mission and fills this story with
aching symbolism and metaphors: Daniel as a Christ figure being mauled by
cloaked women for instance. The Book of Revelation is a dour morass of
guilt, repression, longing and shame wrapped in self conscious need. Heavy
doesn’t begin to explain it.
Stage-bound delivery is ineffective, Long is
uncharismatic, Scacchi is leaden and clichéd while Friels,
surprisingly, brings
the story’s only light. It is easy to write this off as a
self-absorbed exercise in Christian-Judeo sexual shock-art: the
kind Madonna still bores her fans with. But that, with few
boundaries pushed, is largely what it is. // COLIN FRASER |