Innocence
Directed by Paul Cox.
Starring Charles ‘Bud’ Tingwell, Julia Blake and Terry
Norris.
The Hunting of the Art "Just the place for an Art-film," the director cries, Coaxing and coddling with care The producers’ and actors’ heart-felt sighs As they searched for the creature’s lair. "A love-wrangle, for show, a triangle, you know, With images coloured and smart, And with grains and a glow for events long ago, It’ll be a splendiferous Art! Though, being quick and nimble, it’ll have a train symbol, So watch, lest it whizz past your head." Yet, dreaming of thimbles and Harry Ford’s Kimble, Producers are cynically bred: "But is there really an Art?" they cried, Each scratching his gun with his head, "A metaphorically-loaded exemplum of pride Of your own artifactory cred?" "This Art we trail has a twist in its tail," The director announced with aplomb. "The lovers aren’t hale, their skin is quite pale, Their hair all grey, white or gone. Their lives are replete, all done and complete, Until their hearts’ fires revive, Then no angina is meet to flutter their beat, As we see who’s last left alive!" The producers cried "Yea!", "Hurrah!" and "Hooray!" And downed cappuccinos with glee For the director that day had shown them the way To capture an Art-film or three. They scoured high and low where sane men don’t go And looked in the darkest of places To find colours to go — red, green, indigo — Around those smiling old faces. And out of the air fell right then and there A film, and it quickly was shot! Though indubitably rare I still didn’t care, And an Art it probably is not.
Guy Olding
