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The
Tracker (2002) – R. de Heer
Not really an allegory, despite the
characters being given only labels such as The Tracker, The Fanatic, The
Follower, and The Veteran, rather than names.
Instead, the film shows us the relations between a group of white men
and Indigenous Australians in 1922 as a sort of microcosm or potent example of
the wider relations between the invaders/colonisers and the First Peoples. And although the prejudice and devaluation
are explicit and brutal then, there can be no denying that prejudice and
devaluation remain, perhaps institutionalised, perhaps living on in those who
miss the White Australia policy. As the Tracker, David Gulpilil has the
toughest role and plays it with great subtlety.
We see him assisting the white men (led by Gary Sweet as the Fanatic)
who are hunting an Aboriginal man who has been accused of killing a white woman
– and of course, we wonder what has led The Tracker to “betray” his people
(which in itself is a problematic thought, since we soon can infer that the
Tracker is from a different nation).
When the hunters interact with other Indigenous people, The Tracker is
in the middle, perhaps feeling guilty or at least awkward. No doubt there are strong situational forces
that have put him into this position. But
after a brutal act (or multiple acts) by the Fanatic, The Tracker (as well as
the Follower, Damon Gameau, and the Veteran, Grant Page) begins to distance
themselves from him. The movie continues
until the Fugitive is caught and there are a number of dramatic events en route. However, the plot itself is possibly less
important to the impact of the film than other aspects: 1) the impressive landscape (always important
in Aboriginal cultures); 2) the music (songs sung by Archie Roach with lyrics
that comment on the characters and actions driven by almost psychedelic soulful
rock); and 3) artworks (dynamic primitive paintings by Peter Coad are used to
avoid presenting violence realistically) heighten the power of the film and its
ability to convey its important message.
If only these lessons could be learned.
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