Transcendently wild and at its finest

Our film department didn’t graciously begin in the 1980s. It kicked the door wide open.

Over the decades, we’ve been pumping out world-class, desert-foraged films with the kind of swagger that comes from a chaffed downstairs after a long shoot, away from civilisation.

Sure, the outside world might know P.A.W. best for Bush Mechanics. A beautifully unhinged love letter to ingenuity, humour, busted engines and yapa genius - but that’s just one flare across the Milky Way covering a long, blazing trail. For decades, P.A.W. has been feeding stories into ICTV, ABC, SBS and beyond, quietly reshaping what locally made Indigenous media can look like.

This is not cinema with velvet ropes and catered lunches. It is red centre cinema and guerrilla filming made by Warlpiri Warriors. Durry-munched, barefoot, caffeine-soaked storytelling, with an odd assortment of collected gear throughout the ages.

Our crew have absolutely zero need for that pretty princess, bullshit! ***( it’s an inside joke).  

Hard drives hum like small jet engines. Screens glow late into the night. Subtitles bloom onto images and act as bridges between two worlds.
Our films become immortal memories of desert life.

Culture in its raw form, transcendently wild and at its finest.

***We actually had a multi-titted cow called Princess who roamed the streets of Yuendumu with a pack of feral camp dogs at her beck and call.
She unfortunately died inside someone’s home. She earned her celebrity stripes and her rose-tinted glasses.