Kate Winslet stars as seamstress Myrtle “Tilly” Dunnage in Jocelyn Moorhouse’s “The Dressmaker.” (Ben King/Broad Green Pictures /Amazon Studios)

In “The Dressmaker,” Kate Winslet plays Myrtle “Tilly” Dunnage, a seamstress who returns to her tiny Australian home town, nursing a lifelong grudge against her former neighbors and hoisting a Singer sewing machine like a six-shooter.

Set in the early 1950s, this toxic tale of madness, mendacity, perversity and revenge is a manic, ultimately wearying pastiche of that era’s cinematic genres. One minute it’s quoting the twangy foreboding of spaghetti westerns, the next it’s paying homage to moody noir thrillers. Adapted from Rosalie Ham’s novel by the director Jocelyn Moorhouse (who wrote the script with her husband, P.J. Hogan), “The Dressmaker” recalls the fablelike grotesqueries of Tim Burton and Terry Gilliam, interleaving witty deep-focus shots and carefully designed and staged vignettes with repellent notions of human nature and behavior. More fatally, the filmmakers pay no attention to narrative or tonal coherence, instead trotting out wildly disconnected scenes that, at their best, bear little or no relation to what’s come before, and at their worst, are downright offensive (such as a marital rape scene that is played for laughs).


(L to R): Sarah Snook as Gertrude Pratt, Amanda Woodhams as Nancy Pickett, and Hayley Magnus as Prudence Harridene in the film, which is set in Australia in the 1950s. (Ben King/Broad Green Pictures / Amazon Studios)

The details of Tilly’s misfortunes in the minuscule outpost called Dungatar eventually become clear, as do the reasons for her 25-year exile. Less logical are the reasons for her return. Granted, she wants to reconnect with her mother, a dotty, cantankerous old bat nicknamed Mad Molly (played with snaggletoothed relish by the great Judy Davis). And, okay, she wants to avenge her mistreatment as a child, when the mayor, schoolteacher and sundry bullies and hangers-on framed her for an act she didn’t commit.

But if she’s so angry, why does she put her sewing talents to use by draping her erstwhile enemies in dazzling couturelike creations? And how are we supposed to believe that an ab-tastic love interest named Teddy (Liam Hemsworth) is remotely believable as her contemporary, let alone someone who didn’t just pop over from the set of a modern-day rom-com?


Winslet as Dunnage (left) and Judy Davis as her mother, Molly Dunnage. (Ben King/Broad Green Pictures / Amazon Studios)

Liam Hemsworth as Teddy McSwiney, Dunnage’s love interest in the film. (Ben King/Broad Green Pictures / Amazon Studios)

Such distractions aside, “The Dressmaker” looks great, thanks to Donald McAlpine’s superb cinematography and gorgeous costumes that make even Dungatar’s frumpiest denizens look like Richard Avedon models. Winslet makes a meal of her role as the wronged femme fatale, and both Davis and Hugo Weaving — who plays a cross-dressing police sergeant — deliver wickedly funny performances as the town’s most colorful eccentrics.

But those bright spots don’t make up for what ultimately becomes a tiresome, increasingly nasty slog, especially when a crucial character is killed for no apparent reason other than to amp up the overarching feeling of embittered pessimism. Overplotted, undercooked and extremely well-dressed, “The Dressmaker” has style to burn, but it has a mean streak as wide as the Outback.

R. At area theaters. Contains brief obscenity and a scene of violence. 118 minutes.