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How Gillian Arm­strong fem­i­nised Aus­tralian Cinema

01 Dec 2019

Words by Laura Venning

Two people in close embrace wearing formal wedding attire in a natural setting with foliage.
Two people in close embrace wearing formal wedding attire in a natural setting with foliage.
In 1979, the first Aus­tralian film direct­ed by a woman since the silent era sig­nalled a new dawn for female authorship.

A young woman with wild curly hair is hunched over a desk, writ­ing and dream­ing of a life beyond corsets, dust and drudgery. But this isn’t Lit­tle Women’s Jo March, though the direc­tor in ques­tion went on to helm the 1994 adap­ta­tion of Louisa May Alcott’s nov­el, star­ring Winona Ryder. This is Sybyl­la Melvin, who lives on a drought-strick­en farm in Pos­sum Gul­ley, Aus­tralia. Here is the sto­ry of my career,” she states aloud as she writes, I make no apolo­gies for being ego­tis­ti­cal, because I am.”

Gillian Armstrong’s My Bril­liant Career pre­miered at the Cannes Film Fes­ti­val in 1979 and was released in Aus­tralia the same year. Not only did it launch the careers of Judy Davis, who won a BAF­TA for her role as Sybyl­la, and a youth­ful Sam Neill, it was also the first Aus­tralian film to be direct­ed by a woman since the silent work of Paulette McDon­agh. Based on the auto­bi­o­graph­i­cal nov­el by Miles Franklin, the film remains an impas­sioned dec­la­ra­tion of female author­ship that began to reclaim Aus­tralian cin­e­ma as a space for women’s voices.

The Aus­tralian New Wave, which both rede­fined its nation­al cin­e­ma and brought it to an inter­na­tion­al stage, was at its peak by the late 1970s. Begin­ning with films like Nicholas Roeg’s Walk­a­bout and Peter Weir’s Pic­nic at Hang­ing Rock, along­side scuzzi­er fare like Wake in Fright and Mad Max, the move­ment was char­ac­terised by rebel­lion against author­i­ty and the repres­sive cul­tur­al norms inher­it­ed from British rule. 

Direc­tors at the time were grap­pling with an alter­na­tive post­colo­nial nation­al iden­ti­ty, but almost always through a white, mas­cu­line lens. Films like Gal­lipoli roman­ti­cised the tra­di­tion of male mate­ship’ along­side a con­fronta­tion of colo­nial­ism, while Aus­tralian west­erns like Mad Dog Mor­gan mythol­o­gised the lone out­law bush­man. Indige­nous Aus­tralians were large­ly exclud­ed in front of and behind the cam­era, though an alter­na­tive Abo­rig­i­nal doc­u­men­tary move­ment had emerged by the mid 1970s.

In an inter­view for the Cri­te­ri­on Col­lec­tion, Arm­strong recalled that when she was grow­ing up in Mel­bourne in the 1950s, a woman’s career meant teach­ing, nurs­ing, or sec­re­tar­i­al work. But, like the tena­cious Sybyl­la, Arm­strong fol­lowed her own path and became one of the first stu­dents to attend the Aus­tralian Film and Tele­vi­sion School. When she read Franklin’s nov­el she was struck by how much Sybyl­la sound­ed like a con­tem­po­rary hero­ine, and felt that only a woman could visu­alise this plain, use­less and god­less” girl, who would go on to become one of the nation’s most beloved authors.

Whisked away from the bush to live with her wealthy grand­moth­er, Sybyl­la storms through her ele­gant new home like a hur­ri­cane. You have a wild­ness of spir­it that’s going to get you into trou­ble all your life,” her aunt observes. Her hair is unruly, she sings bawdy songs in the draw­ing room, and the bou­quet offered to her by a pompous Eng­lish suit­or is imme­di­ate­ly thrown in a pond. Arm­strong lingers on a close-up of the yel­low flow­ers float­ing on the sur­face as rain­drops make the water rip­ple; fem­i­nin­i­ty cast aside for some­thing wilder. I’m not mar­ry­ing any­one,” she announces, I’m going to have a career.” But her resilience is test­ed by the atten­tions of neigh­bour Har­ry Beecham (Neill), while her father’s debts threat­en to trap her in pover­ty again.

Sybyl­la is unmis­tak­ably a hero­ine craft­ed by women. For one thing, she’s strik­ing­ly unglam­orous; her face free of make-up and dot­ted with freck­les. She first catch­es Harry’s eye halfway up a tree while pick­ing blos­som, although he ini­tial­ly mis­takes her for a ser­vant. Har­ry is also con­sis­tent­ly framed as an object of her desire: the cam­era adopts Sybylla’s gaze by lin­ger­ing on his face and body. In one mem­o­rable scene, she insti­gates a pil­low fight around the gar­den, dis­charg­ing their erot­ic ten­sion, before he pulls her to the ground and they col­lapse almost post-coital­ly in the grass.

It’s not hard to see why Har­ry is enchant­ed by her charm and quick wit, but Sybyl­la is hard­ly immune to inse­cu­ri­ties or flaws. Her self­ish­ness and snob­bery give her an edge of unlike­abil­i­ty that makes her iden­ti­fi­ably human, though these char­ac­ter­is­tics are grad­u­al­ly unlearned as she expe­ri­ences new hard­ship and begins to find her own cre­ative voice. 

Like Jo March, Sybyl­la wants noth­ing more than to be a writer. But, more rad­i­cal­ly, she even­tu­al­ly rejects the secu­ri­ty of mar­riage in favour of real inde­pen­dence. Just as her ambi­tion pro­vid­ed the spark for Armstrong’s own career, so Arm­strong has inspired oth­er Antipodean female direc­tors such as Jane Cam­pi­on and Cate Short­land. In 2016, Screen Aus­tralia even estab­lished a fund for women in the screen indus­tries named after the film. My Bril­liant Career clos­es with Sybyl­la watch­ing the sun rise over the arid land­scape, her man­u­script in hand. A new day dawn­ing, a lega­cy of Aus­tralian women telling their own sto­ries only just beginning.

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