When our dashing hero staggers home after a night of battle only to be faced with a new and dastardly enemy, the challenge is met - but is he really up to the task?
Ugh, too long. I'll always hold tremendous affection for "Macropus Doofus" (the title derives from the Latin name of the Red Kangaroo, and I'm sure you can figure the significance of that out), but it's just too long. Does anyone want to watch a man punch on with a boxing kangaroo for 16 minutes? Probably not even Michael Bay fans.
That said, it marks a turning point for me in terms of technical prowess - this, I think, was the fist film on which I really, truly nailed down the technical aspects of filmmaking to a standard you could call professiobal. Or close enough, anyway. All the elements are there: great camera movement, snappy editing, passable attention to lighting, forensic attention to sound, and music composed just for the project. All in all "MD" cost me about $20,000 AUD, spread over the course of a year and a half - both in one-off expenses (the music was the greatest of these - around $8,000 for the entire score) and in the accumulation of gear (a lot of which I still use today).
It was a wonderfully tough project - the shoot was conducted on most Wednesday and Thursday nights in our lounge room for around nine months and my two actors - Darcy Lord as The Man, and particularly the incredible Joel Mills as The Roo - were absolute fucking soldiers. Millsy more, obviously. Just imagine how horribly hot it was in that suit. For nine months of shooting. Astounding human, that Joel Mills.
Fun fact: the mask was obviously difficult to see out of, which had me worried Millsy might accidentally and often smack Darcy during the fight scenes. He never did. Absolute surgeon. Darcy, though? Couldn't stop swatting poor old Millsy around. Just a very oafish little buffoon, our Darcy. Ah, c'est la vie.
I've been forced, in the years since completing "MD", to relegate it to a good learning experience and a slick little curio to show family and friends - simply because no festival wanted it. Rejection after rejection. Too long. Not enough story.
It's a perfect example of a film made more for the filmmaker than for an audience. I adored the process of crafting "MD" - the challenging dolly or jib shots, the breakway glass, the tricksy editing. It was an absolute blast to make. But to watch? I'm not so sure.
Nonetheless, I love it and always will. I hope you can find something to like about it, too. It's such a good-natured, amiable little film, and deserves a lot of TLC.