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1995 | Rolf de
Best Actor in a Lead Role | 1994 | Nicholas
Best Screenplay Original | 1994 | Rolf de
Best Achievement in Editing | 1994 | Suresh
Best Director | 1994 | Rolf de
Best Director | 1994 | Rolf de
Competition | 1993 | Rolf de
1993 | Rolf de
1993 | Rolf de
1993 | Rolf de
Budget 750,000 USD
There were 32 different Directors of Photography during the shoot. The idea was to have a different D.P. for every new place that Bubby went to not only give the film more of an experimental feel, but also to eliminate the worry of having to always have the same crew on set every day.
Most of the sound was recorded by two binaural microphones hidden in actor Nicholas Hope's ears.
The feral cat killed in the movie was killed humanely by a vet, and not suffocated as depicted in the movie. The same cat was used both when it was alive and after it had been put to sleep. The kitten depicted to be killed later in the movie was not feral, and was not really killed, it was only sedated.
The roach that Bubby ate was real.
During shooting director Rolf de Heer heard a rumor that the Australian government might legalize the death penalty. Outraged at this, he wrote an alternate ending which featured Bubby being arrested and hanged for his crimes. de Heer eventually changed his mind and the ending was never shot.
"The Scientist: [plays organ music in church] Bubby: Jesus can see everything I do... and he's going to beat me brainless! The Scientist: Come down. [Scene change; they are in a factory] The Scientist: You see, no one's going to help you Bubby, because there isn't anybody out there to do it. No one. We're all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles - we don't live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don't die; our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God. There can be no God; it's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being. An inferior being, maybe, because we, we who don't even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than God ever arranged the earth. We measure; we plot; we create wonderful new things. We are the architects of our own existence. What a lunatic concept to bow down before a God who slaughters millions of innocent children, slowly and agonizingly starves them to death, beats them, tortures them, rejects them. What folly to even think that we should not insult such a God, damn him, think him out of existence. It is our duty to think God out of existence. It is our duty to insult him. Fuck you, God! Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant, you non-existent fraud! It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence. Then we have a future. Because then - and only then - do we take full responsibility for who we are. And that's what you must do, Bubby: think God out of existence; take responsibility for who you are."
"Bubby: Well, if that's all there is... we're stuffed."
