In Patrick Hughs 2010’s contemporary western thriller Red Hill, True Blood’s Ryan Kwanten plays Shane Cooper, a young city cop who takes up post in the type of small Australian Outback town where people still run errands on horseback. He doesn’t make a very good first impression with his no nonsense new boss, Old Bill, when he forgets his firearm on the first day on the job. Shane has a lot on his mind what with the move and him and his wife Alice expecting a child. Soon he will have a lot more on his plate when news breaks that the town’s most notorious criminal, Jimmy Conway, has escaped from prison and is thought to be headed their way with his spooky aborigine mojo.
Steve Bisley plays Old Bill and steals every scene he’s in with his tough talking lawman, and you may recognize him from the original Mad Max. Tommy Lewis also puts in a sublime performance as the mysteriously motivated Jimmy Conway.
Red Hill doesn’t waste a moment with it’s tight direction and balanced pacing. Most of the movie takes place at night which plays into the mood that a movie like this should have. Another aspect that really adds to the overall entertainment value of Red Hill, is the fact that it has both an excellent score, conducted by Dmitri Golovko, and, a solid soundtrack featuring some very fitting songs by American country bluesman Charlie Parr, who thus far can do no wrong in the book of Kid Miracle Shitter.
Red Hill is not breaking new ground in terms of content, but at the end of the day, you have to make healthy choices with your cinematic intake.
You can go and see Percy Warhammer and the Fuckers From a New Tomorrow part 1, and you can anguish over what will make it into the movie versus what “crucial the the story line” elements were cut from the novel due to time constraints, and you can argue among your peers over how wrong the studios casting of whatever bullshit characters that sucked in the the first place were, and you can carry AAALLLL that baggage with you..
You can sit down with Red Hill, a movie with a beginning, a middle, and an end. You can be enjoy it for what it is and then pleasantly go about the rest of your day.
We say fuck Percy Warhammer, and the fuckers from a new tomorrow he rode in on.