There is an Outdoor Cinema at the Meredith Supernatural Amphitheatre, in a magical grove of manna gums, with the natural canopy high overhead just sparse enough for the twinkling stars to shine through. What shows? That would be stuff that turned left at the lights, planted the foot and ripped the rear view mirror off, and then ate it.
The Ecoplex Cinema sits at the edge of Bush Camping, in the area known as Africa. It consists of a large 6m x 6m screen purpose built between two ancient eucalypts, a six-speaker Super-Sonorama surround audio experience (which when coupled with Ultravision 3D effects and glasses REALLY puts you in the picture), and the action (or inaction) is projected by vintage 16mm gear out of a 1978 Jayco SuperTourer Caravan (with annexe).
It’s a setting for estranged dreams and endearing nightmares, a wonderland of neurosis that’ll perch on your shoulder and follow you home. Programmed by Jim Knox, the material on show aims to “enlarge the horizons of the viewer, provide wholesome entertainment, afford helpful stimulation, and remind of the responsibilities one has towards society”. It’s non-aesthetic, dis-aesthetic, hypo-aesthetic and tasteless. It’s Weimar Republic allowable. It’s pre-censorship Soviet strange. It’s new wave autistic. It’s a recipe of indigestible ingredients that disconnects the senses from the language that makes sense of them.