Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Remember This Name



Photo: Adam Hollingworth

THE SUN-HERALD NOVEMBER 24

At 34, Troy Lum is one of the world's most powerful and youngest film executives, writes Erin O'Dwyer.

Troy Lum is ever so slightly uneasy about his success. It's clear even before I reach his Elizabeth Bay apartment. I pass through two video-monitored security gates, but inside I find him dressed in a T-shirt and fraying jeans.

Lum's rented bachelor pad is similarly enigmatic, hardly what you would expect from a man voted one of the 50 top film executives in the world by Hollywood Reporter.



The spacious one-bedroom apartment overlooks the water but inside the furnishings are sparse - a comfy lounge, a small flat-screen TV and state-of-the-art Redgum stereo. There is no home cinema, no movie posters. The art on the walls is by friends and the bookshelf is unpretentious. There are expensive free-range eggs alongside a pile of dishes Lum has done himself.

"I've spent a lot of time undervaluing success, being embarrassed by success," says the 34-year-old head of independent distribution company Hopscotch Films. "I'm not sure if it's an Aussie thing or typical of where I grew up. You are constantly trying to bring yourself back down to the pack, holding yourself back in the way you deal with success."

Lum is not exactly a rags-to-riches story. It's more suburban middle-class kid done good. He grew up the middle son of immigrant restaurateurs, in Carlingford in Sydney's west. He went to school in North Rocks, before completing a degree in business. As soon as he finished, he was on a plane to London. He travelled and waited tables for 18 months, before deciding it was time to come home.

"I was starting to have that quality about me of someone who wasn't going to do anything with my life," he says. "I was enjoying it a bit too much."

At the time, Lum was a passionate reader and an aspiring novelist. When he found publishing too difficult, he wrote a letter to Dendy - "because that's where I went to see all those movies". His letter arrived on the day someone resigned and he was hired as personal assistant to boss Lyn McCarthy.

What came next is the stuff of dreams. When Dendy was bought by a public company less than three years later, McCarthy quit. Lum quietly stepped into her job. He was just 24.

"It still flabbergasts me," he says. "I was so young."

By then his talent for buying films was so well known that the appointment barely raised an eyebrow. It was a trio of films - Amelie, Buena Vista Social Club and The Blair Witch Project - that made his name. The risky decision to buy Amelie from script, before it was even cast, paid off. He paid just $60,000 for the distribution rights. It made $8 million at the box office.

It was this uncanny intuition that attracted the interest of film distribution veteran Frank Cox. In 2002, the pair launched Hopscotch Films along with Dendy marketing guru Sandie Don. The company has gone on to become Australia's leading distributor of independent films, bringing hits such as Bowling For Columbine, Fahrenheit 9/11 and German award-winning The Lives Of Others to our screens.

Lum's interest in script development has also seen him involved in producing Australian films such as Somersault and the Bra Boys. He is the executive producer of Mao's Last Dancer, directed by Bruce Beresford and due out next year.

"I've just seen the first cut," he says. "It's wonderful."

Lum saw his first foreign film trying to impress a girl. It was the French-Canadian classic Jesus Of Montreal. "I don't know if I was moved so much by the film as I was seeing her being moved by the film," he says.

"After that we saw Cyrano De Bergerac, Cinema Paradiso, My Life as a Dog ..."

It was the golden age of art-house cinema and Lum lapped it all up. These days he sees 150 films a year and goes annually to festivals in Cannes, Venice, Toronto and Berlin. He is not starved of good cinema but laments that the lines between art house and mainstream have long since become blurred.

"Pure art-house movies they don't work as well as they used to," he says. "In the old days, Like Water For Chocolate would play for 16 weeks and Baraka would play for two years.

"Now if it's not working that first weekend, you're off the screen. It's about making as much money as you can as quickly as you can and not giving the audience the chance to find a film."

So what makes a film work? Lum looks for a compelling story and an emotional connection.

Sometimes he gets it right, more often he gets it wrong.

"You have to make hay while the sun shines," he says.

"My biggest bummer was Death At A Funeral. Frank loved the movie, he thought it was going to be huge. I absolutely hated it; I thought it was really puerile."

In fact, the film was the biggest independent release in Australia, making $12 million at the box office.

"It just kept going up and up," he moans. "I would come in every Monday and my heart would sink. It wasn't because I begrudged anyone else success. I just felt so bad for Frank. It's still a gut business but you really need those other opinions."

These days, Lum rarely goes to the movies except for work. In his down time he watches sport, plays club footy and reads. Few of his friends are "film folk". If he does go with friends to the flicks, it's to see the latest blockbuster. He loved Health Ledger in The Dark Knight and rates The Lives Of Others as one of his recent favourites.

Lum attributes his easy-going nature to his parents. His father emigrated to Australia from Fiji when he was 19 and built the family's restaurant, the well-regarded Satasia in Balmain, from virtually nothing.

"Mum would wake up in the morning and cook us dinner for that night then go out and work all day," he says. "We saw my dad mostly on weekends. As we got older we all worked at the restaurant.

"I only stopped working there about five years ago. I was running Dendy and I was still working at my parents' restaurant."

By then, it was for enjoyment rather than out of obligation. Even in the early days he would serve a table, then sit down to chat. Balmain in the '80s was an arts hub. Publishers and writers became his friends and he became passionate about film and literature. It was a way of defining himself in suburbia.

"In Carlingford in those days it was about not rocking the boat too much, not being too different," he says. "I don't think I wanted to be different. But I just felt different and I was interested in different things."

Lum admits he buys films he does not love, simply because he must buy 20 films a year.

"Like a food critic, I've become really fussy about what I like," he says. "I can count on one hand the number of films I really like in a year.

Caramel, a Lebanese chick flick still showing after two months in Sydney, is a case in point. It was bought by Sandie Don, not Lum.

"The critics love it, the audiences love it. I just thought it was OK. It just wasn't for me. It's dangerous to buy films that only you like."

Still, when I press Lum about those beautifully rare and obscure films, he admits he has bought them all anyway. Even a small budget Italian-made drama called Birdwatchers about the plight of indigenous tribes in the Amazon jungle.

"Maybe I'm not as capitalistic as I thought," he says.



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Friday, November 14, 2008

Small Wonders





the real (food) handbook -- the sydney morning herald

Salad greens, tomatoes, herbs, citrus trees, even a passionfruit climbing a trellis - Erin O'Dwyer finds out how to create the perfect balcony garden

When Jan Robinson sold her house in suburban Hurstville last year and moved into a ground-floor unit in Bourke Street, Redfern, she did something unexpected - she started a vegetable garden.

Robinson's patio has become a mini farm - pots teem with produce fertilised by rich castings and liquid fertiliser that come from the worm farm where she recycles her kitchen scraps.

"I had a native garden in Hurstville and a lemon tree but that was about it," says the semi-retired midwife, 68. "When I retired, I suddenly had the time. And I shudder to think what's happened to my vegies when I buy them in the shop."


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Battling Big Australians


Photo: Peter Rae

SYDNEY MORNING HERALD WEEKEND EDITION NOV 15-16

Sometimes a taker becomes a warrior in the name of a nation's heritage and its priceless treasures, writes Erin O'Dwyer.

Kathy Ridge was a university science student when she first visited the ancient sand dunes of Stockton Bight, north of Newcastle. While surveying the sandy slopes during a field trip, she found a beautiful hand-carved tool and sneaked it into her backpack.

"It was light green chert and I'd never seen a rock like it," says Ridge, a highly respected environmental lawyer. "I knew I was doing the wrong thing, but it had been worked on three of its faces and it sat so beautifully in my hand. I took it home and put it with all my nice shells."

The tool sat on Ridge's mantelpiece for seven years before the wheels of fate took her - and it - back to Stockton Bight.


By then, she was a fully fledged environmental lobbyist - chief executive of the conservation group Surfrider Foundation and working alongside Carol Ridgeway-Bisset, an elder of the indigenous people from the Great Lakes area, the Worimi, to stop BHP mining on the northern stretch of the beach.

The campaign was successful and the beach was turned over to Aboriginal ownership, protecting its ancient burial grounds and middens. But in protesting BHP's proposed cultural vandalism, Ridge also had to acknowledge her own. She took the tool and gave it back.

"It allowed me to have a conversation with Carol that I wouldn't have had otherwise," she says. "To say: 'I took this and I recognise that it's yours.' She said: 'Give it to me, I'll put it back.' She was very patient with me."

It is tempting to consider this vignette as the passkey to Ridge's tireless work for the environment. But it is a genuine passion for people and their environment that drives both her public and private lives.

In her time, the 38-year-old has been the director of Surfrider as well as OceanWatch and the Nature Conservation Council, an umbrella organisation of 120 eco-groups across the state. In her spare time she has sat on such heavyweight boards as the Environmental Defender's Office and the State Water Corporation. And she has fought on some of the state's most significant environmental battlegrounds - Stockton Bight, Sandon Point near Wollongong, and now the controversial $21 million redevelopment of North Head by the Australian Federal Police.

Ridge is a quiet achiever. When first approached for this interview she was dismayed at being the subject of a profile. She didn't want to be seen as "another over-concerned whitie". For days afterwards, she sent me emails with the names and phone numbers of more worthy candidates - senior Aboriginal elders and high-profile Sydney lawyers among them. It's typical of Ridge. Not only is she humble, she's an excellent networker.

"She's good at getting to the right person to find out the right information at the right time," says a former boss, the NSW Greens MP Ian Cohen. "She goes beyond what would be quite adequate because she believes passionately in what she is doing. She's got the research skills and the intelligence network. That's what makes her such as invaluable part of the environment movement."

Ridge came to the environmental movement a small but perfectly formed greenie. She had witnessed the environmental disaster of the Ok Tedi gold mine in Papua New Guinea as a 14-year-old living there with her family.

"We were part of the first group of white people to live on the site," she says. "Planes were flying in and out and people were still walking out of the bush. The environment shock was horrific but the social shock was tremendous. When we first went there everyone had beautiful shiny white teeth and healthy skin, but the sugar and the grog and the betel nut changed all that. I was going to boarding school in Sydney and flying back every three months, so the change was really noticeable."

In New Guinea, Ridge's father, a computer scientist, shared his love of nature with his family. They spent weekends bushwalking and diving off reefs.

Ridge's first love was the ocean, so at university she turned her attention to water conservation. Her first job was with Sydney Water. It was 1992 and she was the only female environmental scientist on the floor. After a little win - proving that Curl Curl lagoon had higher sewage levels than India's Ganges River - she got the activist bug and joined the fledgling Streamwatch program. She might have remained a scientist greenie forever if it were not for the Stockton Bight case.

It was late one night in 1996, sitting on Cohen's balcony, when she decided to turn her life around. Ridge remembers being exhausted and drained, the result of going head-to-head with a team of BHP lawyers. Some people might have vowed never to enter a courtroom again. Not Ridge. She took a policy job in Cohen's office and enrolled in a law degree.

"I was just the bunny standing up in court," she laughs. "That's why I went and got a law degree - because it was such a terrible experience."

These days Ridge has the language and experience to match the best lawyers that money can buy. The people she represents do not. And that's her motivation. Her clients are Aboriginal elders or land councils fighting to retain their cultural heritage in a state that is "open for business". She has a personal rule that she will take only one pro bono client at a time. At the moment she has two. It's symptomatic of Ridge's commitment, but also of NSW planning laws.

Ridge is unabashed in her criticism of the laws. She is not alone. Last month protesters rallied in Sydney's Hyde Park to call for changes to the controversial Part 3A of the Environmental Planning Act, which gives the minister power to override heritage or threatened species laws on "major projects". It was intended for essential infrastructure but has been used to rubber-stamp all manner of controversial developments - from coalmines to housing estates on sacred sites.

"The message is that if it's a major development it will get through, no matter what the endangered species or cultural heritage issues or other barriers are," says Ridge.

The barrier to the $21 million redevelopment of North Head is a colony of little penguins. The Australian Institute of Police Management wants to build 20 luxury villas within 10 metres of the penguins' breeding ground. The penguins are an endangered species and the last colony on the NSW mainland. The "copper cabana", as Ridge calls it, could threaten one in three breeding pairs.

"If there is one development in NSW that should be knocked back on threatened species grounds, this is it," she says. "Light and noise are disturbances and they are actually offences under the regulations, so it will be a good test of whether the impact upon threatened species can be assessed properly under Part 3A."

Then there's Aboriginal significance. This is a site of important rituals, and the headland is home to artworks on the cliffs near Collins Beach. Yet not one Aboriginal person was consulted about the development. These toothless cultural heritage guidelines are Ridge's campaign of choice.

The problem, she says, is that only native title owners and land councils need be consulted. Anyone else must read an ad in the local paper and respond within 14 days. But with less than 10 per cent of Aborigines members of land councils and even fewer holding native title, she wants a register of knowledge-holders established so people can be notified automatically.

"Bags and bags of tools are being destroyed," Ridge says. "Or it could be scar trees [from which large parts of bark were removed to make a canoe] or bora rings [ceremonial sites]. It's a tiny mundane act of dispossession that's happening every day. The department has a duty-of-care role to protect Aboriginal heritage and they are not consulting with the very people who hold the key."

It's not just high-profile developments on Ridge's radar. In small-scale construction across the state, artefacts and places of spiritual significance are destroyed. Only two prosecutions have been launched in recent years because defendant-developers must have "knowingly" destroyed an Aboriginal object. And bipartisan amendments in 2001 to remove the word "knowingly" have not been given royal assent.

"The Premier was lobbied by mining and agriculture groups not to pass the amendments on to the Governor because they hadn't been adequately consulted. It's highly unusual and highly controversial. No minister has fixed it and it's received no media coverage."

If prosecutions succeed, the maximum fine is $5500. Recently, a couple who knowingly destroyed a midden containing human teeth on their North Coast property, was fined $1600. "People think that Aboriginal people were wiped out 200 years ago and it was all terrible but it has nothing to do with them now."

But Ridge says Aboriginal artefacts are ubiquitous. "These people lived and occupied everywhere. But it's left to individuals with limited resources like Carol Ridgeway-Bisset or Allan Carriage [an elder of the Wadi Wadi nation] at Sandon Point to run court cases to protect their own cultural heritage and try to get the government to do what they should have done anyway."

SAVING cultural heritage is not just work for Kathy Ridge. As we talk, her daughter, Ella, 2, is doing pirouettes in a pink tutu, and her son, Logan, 12 months, is gurgling at our feet. They are the next generation of Wiri people - the south-east Queensland mob from which Ridge's husband, the barrister Tony McAvoy, hails.

"There were some concerns in the conservation community when I turned up with an Aboriginal partner for the first time," laughs Ridge. "They were concerned I would sell out the good conservation values."

Ridge ignored them and, anyway, her casework was already shifting. By the time Ridge and McAvoy married in 2005 they were a team to be reckoned with. McAvoy is the former registrar of the NSW Aboriginal Land Rights Act and often works with Ridge. "Working with that kind of expertise is brilliant and having it at home doesn't hurt either," says Ridge. "It's nice having a partner who understands your commitment to things. Before Tony, it had always been a bit of a tension [with previous partners] . . . 'Why are you running off to all these meetings?' "

These days Ridge's gundus, her children, have strengthened her commitment to the cause. She is proud they will be able to "walk both ways" on the land. She regularly speaks at community forums in the hope her children one day will celebrate Australia's cultural heritage protection rather than lament its destruction.

"This is who we are as a nation," she says simply. "The Prime Minister's apology is a wonderful step forward but it's told in the past tense rather than in the present tense. Aboriginal cultural heritage didn't stop 200 years ago with the sickness that went through the land. That connection keeps going. It's the oldest culture on Earth so why wouldn't you celebrate it?"




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