We Bury The Dead

 

This review may contain spoilers!

We Bury The Dead is a zombie thriller in which an American pulse weapon accidentally kills the entire population of Tasmania during a test. Those killed have been rendered deceased by the electronic pulse, though some are 'returning to life'. Ava travels to Tasmania and volunteers to join the Body Retrieval unit, in the hope of being reunited with her husband.

In a world where the zombie genre has had a good stab taken at it a few times, it is such a delight to see how creativity can still bloom in the genre. At the top of the year, I remember thinking how off the wall it was watching Ralph Fiennes dance with a zombie alpha in 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple. This film has its own creative stake in the genre, presenting a world in which a mere few zombies roam. Each encounter feels more personal; this isn't about getting away from the undead hordes. Some of the zombies here thrash and gnash with rage at being unable to fulfil their unfinished business. But in the same feature, we see a dead man bury his family and experience grief, and a dead woman gives birth to her living baby and sees it safely into the hands of others. It is strangely unconventional in how raw and rugged it is, people become weight to be moved by workers who are hoping like hell to find a shred of life. I think the frantic nature of Ava's odyssey across Tasmania proves that more than anything else. I also think this film held a really solid antagonist in the form of Riley. This was a man who had his whole world ripped away from him and tried to keep it alive in a grotesque, malformed manner.

I think the style of We Bury The Dead really knows how to capture stark, graphic horror. And I don't mean graphic like gore, but the visual scale of the desolation. There are the cruel frames of death caught like a photo snapshot, coupled with the raging landscape of a destroyed Hobart. That blood-red skyline had me entirely captivated. I loved the score for this film, it has a hard, driven edge to the whole thing as our lead hurtles her way to her final destination. The soundtrack was a real tight collection of tracks, but nothing bests that moment when we're cutting out and Metric's 'Help I'm Alive' kicks in.

Daisy Ridley, who played Ava, feels like a very grounded and determined protagonist; watching Ridley be allowed to grieve and rage in the final act of the film is where she shines brightest. Brenton Thwaites, who played Clay, is a real rough-around-the-edges tradie who has jumped free from his life to gather the dead; Thwaites is pretty uncouth here, yet still manages to be entirely charming. Kym Jackson, who played Lieutenant Wilkie, is a genuine authority figure here; Jackson's role expresses some genuine hatred of Americans for what they had reaped on Tasmania in this, which was absolutely powerful.

However, the best performance came from Mark Coles Smith, who played Riley. This is a very stoic, military role at first impression; quite a tense hero type who saves our leading character right in the nick of time. But Smith has a deeper dimension going on here; he leans into a role that is sweating buckets and clearly not showing all the angles. Riley wants Ava for a very specific purpose; he has a hole in his life where his wife, soon-to-be-born child and family used to be. Smith is this fragile yet dangerous figure who holds Ava in captivity briefly, forcing her to play a part she wants no part of. Smith becomes imposing, trying to place Ava where his wife stood. In truth, he is unhinged and broken by the horrors that have been inflicted upon him; he is one of the greatest dangers Ava has to face in this movie. It's an impressive turn from Mark Coles Smith, who really elevates this whole feature.

When I watch a film, I often love falling into a character's story, learning about the people I'm watching and coming to relate with them. We Bury The Dead really struggles with conveying this part of the film. It tries to intersperse the feature with vague flashbacks to make a rough patchwork of Ava and Mitch's relationship. But this doesn't reinforce much beyond telling us two actors don't have a heck of a lot of romantic chemistry with one another. Ava is really bad at expressing herself; she states her core mission, but we don't chip much past that inciting incident layer. Yet pretty much every character we meet struggles to talk; no one knows how to frame their feelings and pull a scene into an interesting narrative direction. The themes around things left unsaid, or grieving a relationship that has already moved on, are obvious because the movie eventually gives up on itself and just has the characters overtly spell it all out in the last fifteen minutes. I found the first third of this movie to be a tougher slog; it was riddled with quite average Australian background actors that made this whole thing feel like a parody of itself at first.

The editing throughout the film seems relatively lethargic, which might be deliberate with this being a slower indie film, but it makes the pacing difficult at times. This is a movie about a journey, but the journey often feels a lot longer than it really is.

Matt Whelan, who played Mitch, felt like a complete empty slate; Whelan couldn't conjure anything resembling meaningful chemistry with his on-screen wife, Ridley.

I am just loving how creative the resurgence of the zombie genre is feeling. I would give We Bury The Dead a 6.5/10.