Dead Letter Office

This movie had a IMDB rating of 8.1 so I expected much more from it. It starts out funny and endearing with an energy that feels spontaneous. But before the movie is half-way through, it begins to drag and everything becomes sickingly predictable. The characters in the office were delightful in the first third of the movie, but we get to know them a little too well; they become caricatures, not real people at all. This is the same story I've seen hundreds of times, only told here with slightly different circumstances. The thing is, I could stomach another predictable love story if only the dialog weren't so stale!

The only thing that could be worse is if the characters had inconsistent and unbelievable motivations, and unfortunately that was also the case with Dead Letter Office. Hopefully this movie will end up in the Dead Movie Office soon.

'Dead Letter Office' is a low-budget film about a couple of employees of the Australian postal service, struggling to rebuild their damaged lives. Unfortunately, the acting is poor and the links between the characters' past misfortunes and present mindsets are clumsily and over-schematically represented. What's most disappointing of all, however, is the portrayal is life in the office of the film's title: there's no mechanisation whatsoever, and it's quite impossible to ascertain what any of the staff really do for a living. Granted, part of the plot is that the office is threatened with closure, but this sort of office surely closed in the 1930s, if it ever truly existed. It's a shame, as the film's overall tone is poignant and wry, and there's some promise in the scenario: but few of the details convince. Overall, it feels the work of someone who hasn't actually experienced much of real life; a student film, with a concept and an outline, but sadly little else.

An unpretentious little film made with sincerity, gentleness and with a reduced budget (and it shows.) In the end, it looks and feels mostly undernourished. The Latin-American characters that give the movie its rather unusual "exotic" flavour also collaborate with the collective tortured past that runs through the movie, although their personal stories and discourse may sound pretty unconvincing.

Letters with no destination end up in another world found in the back rooms of the post office. Here, Alice manages to land a job in hope of finding her lost father. What she does discover is the tormented soul of her boss, Frank. A quiet little Aussie flic that came and went at the cinema. Now you find it in the deep dark corner of the video shop, overshadowed by fifty copies of that dreaded GODZILLA film. It's a shame because this turned out to be a satisfying film telling a brave tale with strong simple images and effective performances from the two leads. This film succeeds where Garry Marshall's other dead letter office flic DEAR GOD (1996 - USA) failed, and comes close to the brilliance of, not the Kevin Costner turkey, but He Jianjun's POSTMAN (1995 - China).

Dead Letter Office is the kind of film you discover, late one night, on TV, and happily get drawn into it. Some other reviewer described it as warm and fuzzy. Come on! It's unique, it's temperate, not really warm, and so much concerned with loss and the need for compassion that fuzzy doesn't apply either.

The excellent Miranda Otto, best know internationally for Peter Jackson's LotR, plays Alice, a directionless twentysomething in Melbourne. She takes a job at the Dead Letter Office, hoping to use her new skills to track down her long lost father. The team is small, two women, three men, all rather distinct, maybe a bit lost themselves. Oh, and one homing pigeon. Alice slowly develops a rapport with an immigrant from Chile, Frank (George. DelHoyo), the department's boss. As her efforts to find her father lose their impetus her connection to Frank continues to grow, but are they simply too different, worlds apart, to really fall for each other?

A beautifully understated film of deep poignancy, and one that shows a different image of Australia from the clichés we all know. One of those small gems that one comes back to, from time to time, with undiminished satisfaction. As Hollywood wastes hundreds of millions of dollars per film, making worthless superhero codswallop that even the youngest generation is sick of, maybe the Yanks ought to study the smaller productions if only to rediscover everyday humanity, human stories, ones that invite understanding rather than fuelling righteous indignation and division?

Strongly recommended.