The Ozploitation genre was championed by Australian director Mark Hartley in his documentary Not Quite Hollywood: The Wild, Untold Story of Ozploitation (2008). Prior to that, Hartley has made numerous accompanying films for dvd releases of classic Australian films, as well as theatrically released documentaries on other exploitation genres with Machete Maidens Unleashed! (2010) about the Filippino film industry of the 1970s and Electric Boogaloo: The Wild, Untold Story of Cannon Films (2014) about Golan-Globus. Hartley makes his debut as a fiction director with Patrick. The remake also comes from Antony I. Ginnane who produced the original.
On one hand, Mark Hartley is faithful to the original Patrick and reproduces its plot and characters with a reasonable degree of accuracy. There is plenty of fanservice Charles Dance listens to the original score by Brian May on his headphones; Sharni Vinsons ex Damon Gameua gains the surname Penhaligon after the first films lead actress Susan Penhaligon. This also becomes a Patrick who has gone through a few modernisations the typewriter messages are acceptably updated to typing on a laptop, although it starts to become rather absurd when this films Patrick also learns how to use Google, Facebook and send text messages.
On the other hand, while Richard Franklin was a protege of Alfred Hitchcock and it shows, Mark Hartley is merely an enthusiast of the Ozploitation genre. Clearly, fannish enthusiasm alone does not translate to directorial talent and Patrick 2013 collapses amid a series of thunderously overwrought and absurd directorial effects that feel as though an amateur had been granted a budget. This is immediately obvious from a scene soon in with Sharni Vinson travelling down in an elevator with a dead body that abruptly comes to life and reaches out to grab her throat, causing her to back into the elevators stop button, which is immediately cause for the lights to go off and thunderous music to open up on the soundtrack. The regular-seeming clinic from the original has been replaced by a big gothic Old Dark House with religious statuary in every alcove. Hartley trades in perpetual false jumps sinister reflections, Patrick unexpectedly spitting, silly dream scenes where Sharni Vinson thinks Patrick is in bed with her. Either that or absurd jump cuts from Damon Gameau burning his hands on a barbeque to a pop-up toaster popping toast, from Martin Crewes car being forced off a cliff to an Alka-Seltzer dissolving in a glass of water. It all feels like Mark Hartley just trying too hard to spook us and contrarily producing no results at all.
If that were all that Patrick 2013 was, it would merely be a disappointment. However, what pushes it into the entirely terrible are the climactic scenes. Scenes like where Martin Crewess car goes over the cliff have an absurdity that is poorly conceived on every level. There is the absolute ridiculousness of the scene with Sharni Vinson moving through the ward as a bunch of comatose patients come to life all chanting Patrick wants his handjob or the scene where Charles Dance ECTs himself to death. Elsewhere, Damon Gameau is trapped inside a walk-in freezer only for Patrick to reanimate the frozen corpse of a nurse in there to attack him. Finally, Patrick is killed, only for his body to revive, spontaneously propel itself off the bed, across the room and through the window to impale itself on the spike of a wrought-iron rail outside. That Mark Hartley is a fan of the original film there is no doubt; however, what he has delivered is an insult to it.