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The Bastard from the Bush: An Australian Life

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by Jarratt, John


  I went home with this idea swimming in my head. I had to try to put it to one side and concentrate on editing StalkHer. Coming from an acting background and producing Savages Crossing had made me very familiar with pre-production and production, but post-production wasn’t so familiar and editing was my largest learning curve.

  We ended up using three editors. Bernadette got appendicitis after a few weeks, Matt’s time was limited and we finished with Jeff. I learnt a lot and gave the experts plenty of room. I picked it up quickly enough to know whether the drama had been captured properly, and where we needed pace, pauses, drama or comedy. The editors were much, much more technically adept and had a great creative touch and a sense of what the film was about. I had the edge on what worked dramatically and what the audience needed to know, or not know.

  My other saving was Kris. Remember when I wrote ‘The bitch knows how to write’? Well, the bitch knows how to edit and the bitch has an excellent ear for music, so she knew how to direct the composers. We worked very well together; the woman is amazing. OzPix needs to be successful because Australian film desperately needs Kris Maric.

  StalkHer was approaching completion and we needed to get our next production off the ground. The way I write is that I wait until I’ve worked out the entire script in my head and then I write it. The idea for Who Cares, Sal? came very quickly. Sal is a Down syndrome man, very independent. He has a job in a sports store and represents Australia in martial arts at the Special Olympics. His mother is dying of lung cancer and he’s got no one else, so he has to find his father, a rock ’n’ roller his mother had a one-night stand with in 1983. That’s all I’m saying, I don’t want to ruin it for you.

  I knew who I wanted to play the lead. Gerard O’Dwyer is a thirty-year-old professional actor with Down syndrome. In 2009 he won Best Actor at Tropfest: ‘I got three thousand dollars from Nicole Kidman!’ Gerard is perfect.

  I’ve always been attracted to Down syndrome people. When I went to Nanna’s in the sixties we used to play with Reg. He was about six years older but he was a tonne of fun. Down syndrome people are far more emotionally intelligent than so-called ‘normal’ people, and their ability to love and deeply care for others is far more advanced. They know how to live, they know how to give and expect nothing back. They’re witty, funny, they know how to laugh and they’re not afraid to cry. They pride themselves on being individuals trying to make a positive difference to this world. You want the world to be at peace? They’ll teach you: they don’t like hurting people and they’re always nice. If I found out I was going to have a Down syndrome child, I would consider it a blessing. I would be excited by it. Google ‘Down syndrome restaurant owner’ to find Tim Harris’s YouTube video. It ends, ‘We are a gift to the world.’ You couldn’t have said it better, Tim.

  That’s it

  That’s it, that’s where I’m at. I’ve been writing this book for six months. It’s been very cathartic and I’ve learnt a lot about myself. It was bloody hard work but it was worth it.

  On the horizon, I’ll be playing Lang Hancock in Blue Dog, the prequel to Red Dog. The cinema release of StalkHer is scheduled for August 2015. I’ll be playing a pig-shooter hero in Boar, about a pig the size of a rhino, as well as filming a six-part Wolf Creek TV series. We’re hoping to film Who Cares, Sal? in early 2016.

  My love for Rosa grows every day. I’ve never been happier in my life. I look forward to living a long, constructive, positive, uplifting rest of my life. I try to look to where I’m going, not to where I’ve been. That’s why I’m thankful that this book has forced me to look where I’ve come from, because my movement forward has been considerably enhanced by it. I get up every morning to do the best I can for the day, to try do the right thing and to do it with love, then I thank the God of my understanding for getting me through that day. That is my formula for growth. If I stop, I’m in danger; if I get there, I’m not really there, I’m deluded.

  My wonderful family is rolling along nicely in 2015. Riley, twelve, is becoming an amazing guitarist. He’s also taken up the French horn, of all things, and his fine art is something to behold.

  Jackson, fourteen, has won a writing scholarship that comes with a MacBook Pro laptop. He’s writing an action adventure book called Catman, which he’s hoping to turn into a film one day. His latest report card from school was exceptional.

  William, twenty-one, is the lead singer of a successful band called Storm the Sky: check out the clip ‘Only One’. It’s sensational and not just because I’m in it. He also acts, plays guitar, dabbles in modelling for a quid and still plays soccer.

  Charlie, twenty-seven, is into everything. His singing is cool, and so is his act. He does podcasting and he’s working on his stand-up. His pro name is Charlie Royal. He’s also building websites and consults on business growth.

  Ebony, twenty-nine, runs the admin at Daniel’s firm. She’s also doing uni by correspondence, concentrating on writing. Can she write!

  Zadia, thirty-seven, is working on film production and she’s also my PA. She’s carving out a career behind the camera and I’m trying to get her in front of one.

  In March 2015 I lost my Uncle Arthur. My parents and all my uncles and aunties have passed, except for Mum’s little sister Joan, seventy-four, and her big brother Charlie, ninety-two. My Uncle Charlie was living in trying circumstances and we were afraid it would shorten his life somewhat. At Uncle Arthur’s funeral, the Cole family were standing in a semicircle at the wake: cousins Steve, Lauren, Larry, Deb, Trish (Charlie’s daughter) and me. We were talking about ways of kidnapping Uncle Charlie, who was sitting in front of us looking over Lake Illawarra, surrounded by the young women of the family. Steve and I were talking lawyers and Auntie Joan said, ‘Bugger that, I’m going around to my big brother’s and I’ll kidnap him!’

  We all scoffed, ‘You can’t do that, Joan.’ The next morning my 4 foot 11 auntie stormed into Charlie’s house and kidnapped him! Well, not exactly – he agreed to go and live with his daughter and he was mightily relieved. Let’s just say the Tiny Dynamo took decisive action and my uncle is now much happier and healthier. But as far as our family folklore is concerned, Joan kidnapped Charlie.

  From the old to the new. On 18 March 2015 my second grandchild, Phoenix, arrived, a magical cherub. He is so perfect. Such a pretty boy, beautiful like his effervescent big sister, Jasmine. Rosa and I went out to the Alice to be with Ebony’s family and to meet our grandson. Newborns seem to float in the spiritual fluid that they’ve recently come from. They seem to arrive in this world when they first smile. I think that’s why we are so moved by it. When we say, ‘Look, look, he’s smiling, he’s smiling!’ I think we’re also saying, ‘He’s arriving, he’s arriving!’ Phoenix has arrived and this book is finished. Hooray!

  Acknowledgements

  I was in two minds about whether to write this book, for many, many reasons. I don’t like to hurt people, I never wish to hurt people and if I do, it’s unintentional and I’ve made a mistake. If you know me personally and you’re mentioned by name in this book, it’s because I like you and most probably love you. If you’re not mentioned and you know I like you, it’s because I could only fit so much of my sixty-two years into the book. I apologise for not mentioning all of my friends. I’m a lucky man, I have many friends and I treasure all of them. If you’re not mentioned and I don’t like you, that’s why.

  I want to apologise to Noni. If I knew then what I’ve since dis­covered, I wouldn’t have put Noni through the turmoil of our relationship. Noni is an astounding woman. She’s been described as a national treasure. Our greatest achievement together is our children; her greatest achievement to me is her dedication to our children and the wealth of love she continuously showers on them. I’m truly blessed to have known her and share part of my life with her.

  Gary, a close personal friend, a great supporter of Jackson and Riley, and a brother, knows why he isn’t mentioned very much in this book. Gary, I thank you for sticking by
me, holding me up in the darkness and pulling me out of holes. You stood me up, gave me a concrete pill and joined me in crying out, ‘Is that all you’ve got? Is that your best shot?’ Thank you for staying on top of things and organising the boring, mundane bullshit of everyday life and keeping me organised. But most importantly, thanks for looking out for the boys, loving them, caring for them and being a second dad when I couldn’t be there. Especially the time when you really didn’t want to and put your wants second to what my children needed. You put my kids above yourself and for that I am eternally grateful. You’re a great father, grandfather and friend to so many lucky people. Lots of love to you, mate.

  My mum: ‘I don’t understand. Why can’t people just be nice to each other? It’s easier.’ The nicest person I’ve ever known.

  My dad: ‘Expect nothing from anybody and you’ll never be dis­appointed.’ The most giving person I’ve ever known.

  My son Riley, eleven, really upset when he heard about the Bali executions: ‘Nobody should be allowed to kill anybody, even if you’re the president.’ The wisest kid I’ve ever known. Riley for president!

  My sponsor: ‘It’s your temper, why would you want to lose it?’ The best advice I ever got.

  I hope you enjoyed the read.

  Filmography

  Film

  2015

  Blue Dog

  Lang Hancock

  Dir: Kriv Stenders

  Once Upon a Time in the South West (Short)

  Joe

  Dir: Mike Hoath

  2014

  StalkHer

  Jack

  2013

  The King is Dead (Short)

  Elvis Presley

  Dir: Curtis Hill

  Wolf Creek 2

  Mick Taylor

  Dir: Greg McLean

  2012

  Django Unchained

  Aussie Floyd

  Dir: Quentin Tarantino

  100 Bloody Acres

  Sergeant Burke

  Dir: Colin & Cameron Cairnes

  2011

  Shiver

  Franklin Rood

  Dir: Julian Richards

  2010

  Bad Behaviour

  Rick

  Dir: Joseph Stephen Sims

  2008

  Savages Crossing

  Phil

  Dir: Kevin Dobbs

  2007

  Australia

  The Sergeant

  Dir: Baz Luhrmann

  2006

  The Final Winter

  Colgate

  Dir: Jane Forrest

  2005

  Rogue

  Russell

  Dir: Greg McLean

  2004

  Wolf Creek

  Mick Taylor

  Dir: Greg McLean

  1996

  Dead Heart

  Charlie

  Dir: Nicholas Parsons

  1995

  All Men Are Liars

  Barry

  Dir: Gerard Lee

  1987

  Australian Dream

  Todd

  Dark Ages

  Steve Harris

  1983

  The Settlement

  Martin

  1982

  Fluteman

  Fluteman

  Next of Kin

  Dandy

  We of the Never Never

  Dandy

  Dir: Igor Auzins

  1980

  The Last Outlaw

  Ned Kelly

  1979

  The Odd Angry Shot

  Bill

  Dir: Tom Jeffrey

  1978

  The Sound of Love

  Dave

  Blue Fin

  Sam Snell

  Little Boy Lost

  Vic Tanner

  The Chant of Jimmy Blacksmith

  Michaels

  Summer City (aka The Coast of Terror)

  Sandy

  1975

  Picnic at Hanging Rock

  Albert Crundall

  Dir: Peter Weir

  The Great McCarthy

  McCarthy

  Television

  2013

  Jack Irish lll: Dead Point

  Senior Sergeant Laurie Olsen

  Dir: Jeffrey Walker

  2010

  Review With Myles Barlow

  Attacker

  2001–04

  McLeod’s Daughters

  Terry Dodge (semi-regular)

  1999

  All Star Squares

  Panelist

  1996

  Better Homes and Gardens

  Regular (played himself)

  1995

  Blue Murder

  Jack Richardson

  1993

  Joh’s Jury

  Juror

  Dir: Ken Cameron

  1991

  Pirates Island

  The Jackel

  1987

  Fields of Fire

  Jacko

  Dir: Rob Marchand

  1985

  Palace of Dreams

  1983

  Chase Through the Night

  Clurry

  1980

  The Last Outlaw

  Ned Kelly

  Theatre

  2011

  The Sum of Us

  Harry Mitchell

  Dir: Denis Moore

  1993

  Aftershocks

  Dir: Neil Armfield

  1991

  Diving for Pearls

  Dir: Neil Armfield

  A Streetcar Named Desire

  Queensland Theatre Co

  A Sentimental Bloke

  Melbourne Theatre Co

  Dead Heart

  NIDA

  Obsessive Behaviour in Small Places

  Old Tote Theatre Co

  Season at Sasparilla

  Old Tote Theatre Co

  The Owl and the Pussycat

  Old Tote Theatre Co

  Wongawilli. Our house is the highest on the hill

  Uncle Arthur fixing planes, WWII

  Nanna and Pop. Not happy in 1956

  Mum. 1940s showgirl

  Mum. Bathing beauty

  Me, beautiful Mum and Brian, 1956

  Brian, Nanna and me, 1956

  Love this. Dad and his boys, Kiama, 1956

  Me and Brian, 1957

  Brian and me with wedge-tailed eagle

  Watching TV for the very first time, 1957

  Bruce and pawpaw boobs, 1957

  Bruce the bloke, 1959

  Big Daddy at work, 1960

  Scouts on skis, 1962

  The dam we built in Island Bend, 1963

  School holidays at Bermagui, 1964

  Me girling up at Aramac, 1968

  The fit Jarratt boys – me, Barry, Brian – Townsville, 1970

  Brian and me building our 1200 Indian, Epping, 1971

  Me and Rosa, wedding bells, 1973

  John loves Rosa, 1980

  Zadia, Rosa and me, The Last Outlaw, 1980

  Me and Zadia, Fluteman, 1982

  Ebony and me, 1987

  Rubin, Colleen, John and Nial, 20-year school reunion, 1990

  Me with Charlie (top) and Will, Christmas morning, 1995

  Charlie and Will, 2006

  Zadia, 2010

  Jackson and Riley, 2010

  Georgie, one of my favourite people

  Me and my tribe, 2013

  Me with Jazzie in a soulful moment, 2013

  My two big boys. We’re all the same height. Django Unchained premiere, 2013

  Zadia and Cobi, bohemians, 2014

  Zadia and Ebony, sister moment, 2014

  My Italian wild woman, 2014

  Jasmine, Daniel, Ebony and my brand new grandson Phoenix, 2015

  The old and the new. My beautiful grandson, Phoenix, 2015

  Will’s rock clip, 2015

  My favourite photo of us. God, I’m lucky

  NIDA, 1971. How theatrical

  Picnic at Hangin
g Rock, 1974

  NIDA, 1971. Look Ma, I’m really acting!

  Blue Fin with Storm Boy star Greg Rowe, 1978

  The Odd Angry Shot, 1978

  As Ned Kelly in The Last Outlaw, 1980

  The Kelly Gang: Lewis Fitzgerald, Ric Herbert, John Ley and me

  With Donald Blitner, my spiritual mentor, We of the Never Never, 1981

 

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