Journey into the fever western that is The Seventh.
Deep into the rugged landscape two men fight for survival. One gets the upper hand and the journey begins. The earth and the soul become one as the fever takes hold. Hunted or feared, paranoia and confusion chase both men on their trip through the feral and ungoverned lands. The reality of death in times of no hope is a brutal realisation for the men and as young becomes old, and another cycle is complete, the old must find their new place.
The Seventh was written and developed as a hallucinogenic vision of a tough period in our recent history. It is told with elements of hard realism and although a genre film at heart, is recounted in an authentic fashion.
The concept of disappearing into the hills with a camera, small crew and two actors was the inspiration I needed to make The Seventh. All the beauty of the countryside was waiting to be captured: what better set in the world?
The idea was to boil down to the bone genre rules and ideology; take a simple story, the realism and hard lives of these characters. The aim was to mix genre with a fever dream-like imagination of conciseness. What happens to our mind in the last moments? How does it feel to be absorbed back into the earth? How these things happen so often, yet we still feel of such individual importance. It’s about why each man would rather fight each other to survive than realise his position and help one another. The action is brutal to reflect the times but is juxtaposed against the most stunning backdrop nature can provide (beauty vs inhumanity). This is to try to create a feel that man’s actions on earth are insignificant and out of place, whilst through costume and thought allow him to blend into the landscape (eg. The fur that the old man wears allows him to become almost animal at points).
The film attempts to reflect this realism through design and character, but with a dream like structure and the feeling of taking the audience in and out of consciousness. To evoke the reality that we feel when dreaming: totally believable at the time, but seems unreal to look back on. Secluded areas, the rocky land, dense ferns and rolling landscapes provide a perfect setting to achieve the look and vastness of the film, both literal and thematic.
Written, Directed and Cut by Laurence Campbell
Assistant Director Brian Harley
Camera Lyle Jackson
Still Photography Ken Hatfield
Music Fever Blank
Produced Laurence Campbell, Ruth Whittaker, Lyle Jackson and B. Cook
Steven Campbell……… Old Man
Laurence Campbell…… Young Man