The Year My Voice Broke (1987)

“The Year My Voice Broke” is one of those unknown, quintessential diamond-in-the-rough films that can’t seem to find its way into the DVD market, but breaths Criterion throughout the entire viewing. The daring, honest, and descriptive story of a young boy, his love for this older girl, and the tribulations of growing up in a small town are merely scratching the surface to what this film has to offer. It speaks, and pays homage, to those classic films from the late 40s, early 50s by creating a town with character, mythology, and individuality. One could argue that the town in which this film takes place is our fourth character, behind Danny, Freya, and Trevor – but perhaps this enthusiast is getting ahead of himself. Watching this import on a used VHS, the picture was grainy, the player made noise, and the sound was utterly destructive – yet the heart of this film oozed from the screen. The power of the characters, the detail of our story, and the truth in director/screenwriter John Duigan’s words went from having meaning in a 1987 film (that was supposed to take place in 1962) to creating a story that didn’t feel dated or old watching it today, at the end of 2009. That is the legacy of “The Year My Voice Broke”, the raw emotion harassed in this film continues to be relevant today – perhaps even more. As Hollywood uses every CGI possible to recreate the same effect, all one needs to do is look back at films that used the old-fashioned method…great actors, a daring script, and a background that could knock your socks off.

To applaud this film, one would need to pat the back of a very young, a very talented, Noah Taylor. Taking on not just an awkward role, he needed to show his anger, his teenage frustration, as well as his headiness for brains instead of brawn. Noah Taylor, known to me as Technical Support in “Vanilla Sky”, succeeded gracefully and with the power of most of our top paid American stars. His ability to show us his unconditional love for Freya, his quizzical hatred for Trevor, as well as his sleuthing skills proved that this kid was ready for anything. His co-workers inhabiting each scene worked with his dynamic and equally pushed their talents. Freya, played by Loene Coleman, a newbie to the screen, was enchanting as the love interest. While she wasn’t quite the level of Mr. Taylor, her ability to carry her scenes worked. She was the classical bad-girl-next-door with secrets. Her chemistry with Taylor kept me glued to the screen. The same can be said for Trevor, played by Ben Mendelsohn, who’s diabolical, nearly irritating, laugh created a character all his own. As the wildcard, we never knew what he was going to do next, and both our characters and our audience were scared of that. To demonstrate the intensity of these actors, watch closely the scene in which they spend the night in the “haunted” house near the railroad tracks. Each one has a motive, each actor/character delivers their emotion, and with each line the scene gets more and more powerful. I wasn’t expecting this with children so young.

With these three dominate characters; one may ask what else would be needed for an independent film to succeed? One more, the town. As mentioned before, the town that these three (and many others) reside is reminiscent of our American “Bedford Falls”. There are residents that have been their all their lives and secrets many of them keep to protect their town. Throughout the film, our characters are continually building their moments via smaller lives within the town. We learn about Danny’s passion for the black arts, that Trevor knows the police firsthand, and that Freya’s unknown secret keeps the town at bay. Without the closeness of this town, “The Year My Voice Broke” wouldn’t have worked. If filmed in a bigger city, the intimate feeling of a protective yet destructive town would have floundered. The town drunk would have been less poignant, Danny’s dad’s role would have felt less personal, and the idea of home being safe would have felt less comforting. The town had to be a character in this film. Duigan knew it, developed it, and built it strongly into his film.

This was a character driven film. Without Noah Taylor, Loene Coleman, or Ben Mendelsohn, this film would have failed. It is hard to imagine anyone else being able to carry these characters, or that an American reality would pack as much of a punch. It was impressive to see Australia in 1962, a place we don’t explore in cinema enough over past centuries. Director Duigan, if I haven’t already drooled over him enough, understood this film, wrote a genuine story, and built a cinematic triumph. Alas, this film has been forgotten, but look closely at the cinematography, the lavish landscapes, the devotion of our characters, the above mentioned town – these all could not have been accomplished without a passionate eye. I applaud Duigan for his talent and ability to transform this 1980s film into a universally emotional and exciting moment of cinema.

VIDEO: For a VHS film, there was everything you wanted. Grainy video, choppy sound, and possible missed frames. As a movie, “The Year My Voice Broke” was outstanding. As a near perfect film, our director as well as our cast, worked diligently to provide everything an award winning film should. From elaborate long shots to detailed characters, this is a film to discover and watch no matter which format is ends up. VHS is not the death of this movie.

VISUAL: Duigan’s cinematography is great. He gives us these sweeping shots of Australia showing us the vastness of the time, but then brings it in close to allow our story to come home. His camera shots are perfect, giving us just enough – and isn’t afraid to bring contrasts to the screen. His dark shots are the right tone (despite VHS) of being able to see the action as well as providing that sense of uncertainty.

SOUND: Using 1960s Australia music as well as Western influx (i.e. movies shows and music heard), he makes this more than just an AU film, but garnishing universal appeal. I didn’t feel like I was in this little town, but instead building upon my own past memories and experiences. That is a difficult thing to do with a VHS made in the 80s.

EXTRAS: The only failing part of this film. With any VHS, there is nothing. There were a couple of previews before hand for action films, not quite understanding how these fit with the rest of the film, but didn’t matter. It was bare-boned, thus my hastiness to say that “Criterion” may benefit by having this film in their collection.

Overall, I have said enough. I loved this movie. It was detailed, emotional, and beautiful. Everyone, from director to actors performed superbly. It was a rough couple of prior films, but “The Year My Voice Broke” provided that classic niche. It felt fresh and new, despite the age. I recommend this to everyone. Buy a VHS player and get a copy of this movie, you will not be disappointed.

Found in my "Videohound's Video Premieres" book, this was a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. I look forward to watching it again, when I am not surrounded by horrid cinema. It was fresh and exciting, thus getting a green highlight with blue stars. I will watch this again, and boy, could I suggest it to friends. Amazing!