A man with more films under his belt than Hugh Jackman, or even Tom Cruise, lives among the dust outside Quorn.

It’s in South Australia, at the base of the Flinders Ranges, right at the part where the mountains really start to assert themselves over the dry, flatness of the interior of the continent.

John Simpson came to foley by accident, and seeking the perfect sound would soon send him to the desert.

Simpson uses the silence he can find in the flinders ranges to record the firing of guns, the splashes of the sea, the fall of horse hooves and the rustle fabrics for love scenes.

He makes movies come alive, from the almost-dead centre of Australia.