Horror Is Your Playground: 100 Bloody Acres, a Dirt-Cheap Delight at 10

One hallmark of horror cinema is a low buy-in. Making horror films is easy: All it takes is a few coffee cans’ worth of squirreled-away dollars and cents to pay for cast, crew and equipment that ranks “basic” in quality. Making good horror films is, of course, harder, but nearly anyone can put up the cash for the chance. This DIY accessibility has helped the genre endure; horror is a wide open theme park where tickets cost only as much as you’ve got in your wallet. Maybe you’re an established name among studios. Maybe you make movies on your dime for the hell of it. Either way, horror is your playground.
Brothers Colin and Cameron Cairnes fit more comfortably under the latter designation than the former; between 20 and 30 years ago, they directed, shot and starred in their own short films with non-existent budgets, before finding themselves with around $2 million to play with for their first feature, 100 Bloody Acres. Going from zilch to that is a big leap, at least from the point of view of the people making the shorts. From an industry perspective, $2 million is a pittance. But the Cairnes took that pittance and made one of the best horror films of its year, one of the best Australian horror films of its decade, and the last truly great microbudget horror-comedy, mere moments before the contemporary new wave of horror crested into a full-on renaissance.
That might sound like a distinction so laser-focused as to not be meaningful, and for other genres that sort of question might hold water. But horror, again, is the genre that asks the least and potentially outputs the most, and 100 Bloody Acres is a perfect example of why. If this is what the Cairnes can do after 10 years of tweaking and with half the resources accorded better-known movies in its category, imagine what they might do with more. In 100 Bloody Acres, the Cairnes demonstrate the value of frugal filmmaking, smart production decisions, and harmony between laughter and splatter.
The film is a marvel of black humor and gore, commingling with capitalism, kink and plain old human nastiness in one efficiently-paced package; the Cairnes don’t waste time setting up their narrative, and they don’t let the passage of time dictate their action. The whole film takes place over the well-defined course of a day, starting the minute that Reg Morgan (Damon Herriman) happens upon a car wreck on his way to deliver a load of fertilizer to a waiting client; he steals the driver’s body, motors away, then happens upon three stranded strangers looking for a lift.