Dead End Drive-In (1986)
(In French, On Cable TV, February 2020) There’s a memorable 1988 Joe Lansdale novel called “The Drive-In” that features teenagers trapped in an eternal night at the drive-in, with the only source of food being the concession stand. It’s gruesome and weird and terrifying and you’ve got to wonder if there’s any filiation between that and director Brian Trenchard-Smith’s earlier film Dead End Drive-In, in which teenagers are trapped in a drive-in repurposed to be a concentration camp in future dystopian Australia. As a proud ozploitation film, it seems to blend a bit of Mad Max and another bit of The Cars that Ate Paris into something not quite like its inspirations. There’s a lot of social commentary here, the social microcosm inside the drive-reflecting the world at large. It’s stylishly executed too—1980s new wave punk fashion for the characters, and audacious low-budget filmmaking elsewhere. It’s got very much the strengths and weaknesses of its subgenre: Quirky, in-your-face and willing to say things not mentioned in polite company, but also unpolished, difficult to take seriously and more allegorical than credible. Still, Dead End Drive-In is not a bad watch, especially if your expectations are low.