What is it about Australia that we struggle to make a happy film? Is it all those years of living under the tyrannical rule of former PM John Howard's eye brows (everyone knows they were really control, they also had a tawdry affair with Bronwyn Bishop's hair helmet) or is it that all Australian film-makers suffer from the film equivalent of emotional eating?
Either way this is no Dude Where's My Car. It is however a good film, with a fair share of plot turns and cracking performances (Jackie Weaver's has a mind blowing gear change, while Guy Pearce's mustache almost steals the show).
I would give it 4 stars mainly for getting Air Supply's 'All Out of Love' stuck in my head.
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