A Good Yarn
If Quentin Tarantino or Oliver Stone had made this
film, audiences would likely delight in scoffing at
the utter ridiculousness of the plot and
outrageousness of the characters. But, in true "Let's
be different, 'cause, well . . . we are" Australian
fashion, Chopper is actually a true story. Kind of.
If you grew up in 1970s-'80s Melbourne, you know the
name Mark Brandon "Chopper" Read from the stories your
dad used to tell you, to the brutal front page
pictures that appeared in newspapers with some
regularity. Chopper was a bogeyman-type myth who used
wit and sarcasm to become a beloved icon, a hero,
regardless of his crimes. A Melbourne hitman who
seemingly delighted not only in killing others, but
also in mutilating himself, Chopper was known to us as
the bloke with no ears who shot other criminals. He
also became a best-selling author of nine books,
including How To Win Friends And Kill People and
Pulp Faction.
All this is to say that first-time filmmaker Andrew
Dominik has taken on one hell of a subject. A film
about Read was sure to be made, but one would have
figured it to turn out more like Geoffrey Wright's
1992 self-obsessed, unsympathetic, almost pointless
Romper Stomper. Thank god it hasn't. Basing his film
on Chopper's nine books, Dominik has taken what he
calls "narrative liberties," not making a film about
his life and exploits as such, but amalgamating
"facts" (some of them his own creation) to give the
viewer a general sense of what this man was like. It's
a confrontational, if manipulative, style, never
offering excuses for Chopper's behaviour. There's no
obligatory flashback to an unfavourable childhood.
There's no real evidence of the influence of drugs. He
is who is because he is. That's it.
The film is spilt into two very definite halves:
Chopper on the inside versus Chopper on the outside.
It opens on Chopper watching his now infamous
interview for a current affairs program, the interview
that created the legend. Why Chopper went to jail in
the first place is only briefly mentioned, and what he
has done from 1991 until now (including further
charges and arrests) are nowhere to be found. All
Dominik is interested in showing us is a bunch of
events that lead to Chopper's day in the sun.
It's 1978 and Chopper's locked in Pentridge Prison's
deliciously scary H Division. We are introduced to the
four walls of the now defunct establishment to the
tune of "Don't Fence Me In." A scuffle unfolds between
Chopper and inmate Keithy George (David Field),
leaving Chopper with a contract out on him. He
recruits buddies Bluey (Dan Wyllie) and Jimmy
(beautifully played by Simon Lyndon) to start a riot,
putting an end to the whole contract debacle, but they
turn on him along with everyone else. Knowing he has
to leave the division, he has his ears cut off -- and
where Reservoir Dogs didn't go, this movie does.
Right down to the floppy bits. Chopper gets what he
wants. He's removed from H Division and serves the
rest of his term elsewhere.
Cut to 1986. This is where part two begins. We watch
as the freed Chopper walks on a crowded Melbourne
street, which is lit much like the prison. For
Chopper, the outside is no different from the inside.
In a constant state of paranoia, Chopper, with his
hooker girlfriend Tanya (Kate Beaham), runs into drug
lord, Neville Bartos (Vince Colosimo as a pimp daddy
mafioso in tracksuit pants). Chopper and Neville have
a past and Chopper suspects Tanya of sharing a
relationship with him also. "Get away from me with
that mouth," he says to her, "it tastes of wog's
cock." Tanya shuts Chopper out of her house for the
night. Ever persistent, Chopper breaks the front door
down and beats Tanya (and her mother) senseless. It's
here we learn just what is driving Chopper. Or do we?
"Look what you did," he says while Tanya lays
unconscious on the bathroom floor. "Your mum's upset!"
The scene pushes Chopper's two-sidedness, in a clear
attempt to persuade us one way before leading us
another. We are constantly being manipulated as to how
we should view Read, just like the general public at
the time, just like the police. Here we see that his
relationship with the police is an intriguing
mateship: they tell him they will not turn a blind eye
to his Samaritan-like butchering of heinous folks, yet
don't seem to mind his packing heat down the front of
his pants. Chopper feels he's "in" with the police,
reporting to them his distaste for the way drugs are
ruining the underworld. They seem to take pleasure, as
do we, in listening to his many fabrications mixed in
with bits of truth.
Read never likes to give out all the correct
information -- just enough to get him out of trouble,
making sure that he's viewed as "a good bloke." In the
film's most powerful sequence, Jimmy and Bartos band
together to take down Chopper. He's led out of a
nightclub into a parking lot by another underground
figure, Sammy the Turk (Serge Liistro), but paranoia
sets in, and Chopper shoots Sammy in head. We see this
played out in the movie's present, then twice more in
flashback. Chopper tells the police a story that's
entirely different from the one we saw first,
embellishing with worthy details that confuse the
cops.
They aren't confused enough that he doesn't go to
trial, however. We see the scene through the eyes of
Jimmy's wife, Mandy (Skye Wansey): Dominik is again
underlining his central theme, that you can believe
about this man what you will. It turns out she "saw"
all that happened, and tells the court that Chopper
shot Sammy in cold blood. Still, after we see the
event as three versions, we are again left to make up
our own minds. It's Rashomon meets, well, Drowning
Mona. Chopper's knack for story-telling wins out
again and he is acquitted of murder, but sentenced for
the malicious wounding of Bartos. Back to the slammer
he goes.
The film cuts back to Pentridge, and Read's interview
centring around the release of his first book. "A
bestseller," he says, "and I can't even bloody spell."
We see the interview take place, then cut back to
Chopper in his cell, watching it all on television
with two policemen by his side. He asks the officers
how he looked ("I think I came across as
intelligent... but tough"). He laughs at his own
smart-ass comments and revels in the camera's love for
him. "Did you really do all those things?" the cop
asks him. He answers, "Well, you know, never let the
truth get in the way of a good yarn."
Dominik's presentation of events is original and
thought-provoking. He points out from the very
beginning of the piece that it is a dramatisation, not
a biography. What we do see comes together strikingly
well, revealing Read through diary-entry-like snippets
of only a short period in his career. Dominik's
background in music videos is evident, and Geoffrey
Hall and Kevin Hayward's cinematography is awash with
colour, giving the movie a cramped, prison-like feel.
The film proceeds as if we're inside Chopper's head,
while also being kept at arm's length.
In his first leading role, Eric Bana (The Castle)
won an Australian Film Institute Award for Best Actor.
A seasoned comedy professional who once starred in his
own sketch comedy series, Bana, he was an unlikely
choice for this part, but pulls it off. He uses his
imitative skills to become Read on screen. It's a
matter of moments before the happy, smiley Bana you
know and love disappears, making way for a
silver-toothed, foul-mouthed, scarred, and tattooed
hulk of a ball-buster. He dominates the film even when
he's doing nothing: during a bar scene, a jukebox
plays Cold Chisel's "Forever Now." Jimmy Barnes sings
the anthemic line, "Is this the way it's gonna be
forever?", as the camera pulls close to fill the frame
with Chopper's big head. It's a brilliant image,
highlighting Chopper's solidity and rebelliousness, as
well as his unwillingness, or perhaps his inability,
to change.
Chopper is an incredible film. Dominik and
co-producer Michele Bennett have cut a life with
immense and immediate history down to fragments. The
information they give us is just enough to formulate
a sensationilised, yet fascinating rendering of what
is already an embellished story to begin with, owing
much thanks to Bana and the combination of merciless
intelligence and muddled paranoia that is Chopper
Read.