There is a scene early in director Sandy Harbutt’s inimitable 1974 road movie Stone in which a motorcycle, cruising down an ocean-hugging street on a bright sunny day, is nudged off the cliff by a car. Harbutt cuts to a long shot of the location (Lurline Bay in New South Wales), capturing the rider displaced from his bike and following his vehicle headfirst in a spectacular airborne trajectory off the steep rocky precipice into waters below.
The spirit of Harbutt’s film exists in that moment: a heady concoction of courage, recklessness and noodle-scratching bravado. Those attributes would come to define the “Ozploitation” genre, of which Stone was an early proponent. The storyline is uncomplicated, concerning a cop who goes undercover with a bunch of bikies called the Gravediggers,