Lost things - Leon Ford, Charlie Garber, Lenka Kripac, Martin Murphy
Threat advisory: High - High risk of entertaining activities
The last thing you hear is your heart.
Lost things re-enters the world of Poe and Lovecraft where death isn't the ultimate horror, as four teenagers go away to a secluded beach for a weekend of surf, sex and discovery only to find they are not the only ones there, and that their dreams are turning into nightmares.
Persons of interest
- Leon Ford .... Gary
- Charlie Garber .... Brad
- Lenka Kripac .... Emily
- Alex Vaughan .... Tracey
- Steve Le Marquand .... Zippo
- Stephen Sewell .... Screenwriter
- Martin Murphy .... Director
Cinematic intelligence sources
- Lost things official movie site
- Lost things production notes
- Lost things QuickTime movie trailers
- Awards and film festivals:
- Cinematic Intelligence Agency Trenchcoat Awards 2004: Won: Best Australian or New Zealand film; Nominated: Best cinematographer (Justine Kerrigan), Carlo Giacco), Best teen movie
- Studios and distributors:
- ISM Films
Special Agent Matti
Hoo boy. Lost things is a great little Aussie thriller comedy that will twist your brain like a really effective brain-twisting thing. The comedy is not of the Puberty blues vein (sorry, couldn't resist) and the thrills aren't of the I know what you did last summer ilk. It's all good Aussie piss-take mixed in with good Aussie blackness. I love a good bit of despair.
Now, I can't go on without mentioning Memento. Memento launched a revival of the non-linear narrative that has become a favourite of the independent and semi-independent filmmaker of the new millennium (see also 21 grams). Beginning, middle and end are just different ways of looking at the same thing. What Lost things does is take the plot and turn it back on itself. It is not merely a clever trick in the editing suite, it is an integral part of the story. That's where things start to get spooky.
Spooky is good.
What's surprising is that most of the film takes place in the sunshine, something which is the opposite of what one expects from a thriller. Night-time is always spookier than daytime: just ask an Alien. Also, the beach is one of those great, sweeping Aussie beaches that go forever but rather than inducing a sense of freedom it gives you agoraphobia. There is so much space that you are forced to realise your insignificance and powerlessness. Then you are taken back into the bush and wrapped in its claustrophobic embrace. Feel free to write a 1000 word essay on civilised humanity's fear of Nature, with reference to the beach as a boundary between Earth and Water and the Australian Bush as a place of untamed magic. The crows are a nice touch, too, as is the Mysterious Stranger With Uncanny Knowledge.
Security censorship classification
M (Medium level coarse language, medium level violence, low level sex scenes, sexual references)
80 minutes (1:20 hours)