When I was in high school, there were two major events that
were deemed so important that our class was halted just so we could crowd
around the wheeled-in television to witness them. The first was then-Prime
Minister Kevin Rudd’s “Sorry” speech, apologising for the systemic
racially-biased treatment of the Indigenous population of Australia. The other
was the Melbourne Cup, with all of us taking lots to see if our
arbitrarily-chosen horse won.
It’s a sporting event that stops the nation, one of the
closest traditions we have to the NFL Superbowl, and it’s one that has
continued to sour in my memory over my lifetime, considering how it plays into
our cultural history. Today’s film, a biopic about Michelle Payne, the
first-ever female jockey to win the Melbourne Cup, is the first feature in a
while that has outright forced me to consider the real-life side of the story
being presented.
Even though this is ostensibly about Michelle’s story, the
film is at its best when it shows her in conjunction with the rest of her
family. The youngest in a 10-heavy racing family, the depiction of her
Christian upbringing and her early on-set obsession with the sport gives the
film a much-needed personal dimension. It also adds to the drama and tragedy of
her mission to be the best, as we see one of her siblings lose their life after
taking a fall mid-race. It plays into typical underdog sports cinema, granted,
but it shows a level of honesty about the danger of the profession that makes
her triumph resonate.
It certainly rings truer than the frequent quips about her place
as a woman in a man’s world, that’s for damn sure. It’s more than a little
bizarre that a framework that is meant to subvert the traditional genre
expectations has become so tried-and-tested that it almost needs subversion
from itself to work effectively. Teresa’s encounters with crusty old dudes who
seem aghast at the idea of a woman racing in the Melbourne Cup, let alone
winning it, just reverberate the same surface-level sexism that always crops up
in films like this. It’s almost like first-time director Rachel Griffiths was
hesitant about actually getting into the frictions of Michelle’s arc to the
top, settling for just enough screen-time to make it clear that they wanted to
cover it, but without the depth to make it stick.
And speaking of real-life aspects that feel like footnotes
in this thing, there’s also the depiction of the horse racing industry itself
to consider. This production was funded partly by TABcom, one of the biggest
off-track betting companies in the country, and Racing Victoria, which might go
some way to explaining how pristine the industry ends up looking in the final
product. Whenever we get proper racing footage, it’s always filmed either very
close to the racer’s faces (usually Michelle’s) or from very far away, both
instances being edited just right so that there are never any moments where we
see the horses getting whipped mid-race. We also get a single line of dialogue
referring to a protest at one of the races, a moment that marks for one of the
most alarming cases of “tell, don’t show” I’ve heard all year.
What that all boils down to is the notion that in order to
properly depict the story of Michelle’s rise to ground-breaker status, it had
to sacrifice certain aspects of realism to do so. That’s standard when it comes
to glossy biopics, but when they stretched to bring in the real Stevie Payne,
it reeks of the filmmakers picking and choosing where they decide to start
being honest.
My own bias is probably leaking through on this one, as I’ve
never felt all that comfortable about how much the nation adores an event where
animals get beaten and possibly not even make it back to the paddock, and one
the nation is taught from an early age to be a “responsible” place to start
gambling, yet another issue that is rather systemic in our country. I honestly
try not to have actual history affect how I critique films, unless I’m talking
documentaries because that’s where the link to reality is supposed to be taut,
but I can’t avoid it here.
If the film was more emotionally impactful, or if the story
felt like it had a solid through-line beyond just Michelle going from last to
first, or if the film showed enough guts to be honest about the business
surrounding that rise, maybe I could have overlooked it. But as it stands, this
really comes across as compromised, like a feature-length commercial for Big
Equine, and it fills me with a rather icky feeling having handed over my money
to it.
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