In a future time when middle-class, Stepford-type suburbanites have triumphed over individualists and non-conformists and made them prisoner, two vanquished but not defeated non-conformists...
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In a future time when middle-class, Stepford-type suburbanites have triumphed over individualists and non-conformists and made them prisoner, two vanquished but not defeated non-conformists carry on the fight as best they can. Written by
The supposed Australian national anthem after the 1990 Middle Class Revolution: Australia's sons let us rejoice For we are middle class. We've golden soil and sun tan oil Our home is girt by grass. Our land is drowned in swimming pools The barbie's over there. The Carlton Light and cask of white Are in the Frigidaire. A pie and sauce, a winning horse. T.V. and easy chair. Australia's homes are brick veneer We own a Betamax. We've Commodores and sliding doors We cheat a bit on tax. A microwave and Magimix A dishwasher as well. We're good at golf, three cheers for Rolf We're in the R.S.L. At Christmas time we choose our gifts From Myers and K-Tel. Of course we all like Chinese food And own a caravan. Electrolux and flying ducks A non-stick frying pan. K-Mart's our fashion saving place The shopping mall's our shrine. Our homes are clean, we drink Ben Ean While watching channel 9. I'm sure the neighbours would approve. Their taste's the same as mine. See more »
Credits are forcefully recited by a man under strangle hold who a moment ago ate the only list of credits. See more »
Set in the near future after the "middle class revolution of 1990", two nightclub performers from a working class ghetto spend their days tricking the gullible middle class suburbanites in this offbeat Australian comedy. Some of the duo's pranks are just plain silly (putting lobsters in toilet bowls) but the majority of pranks sharply poke fun at how unquestionably compliant the post-revolutionary suburbanites have become, with couples fleeing their homes after being told on television that every brick ever made is faulty. The nightclub duo also trick suburbanites into burying cars and painting children green (!). In addition to this delightful satirical edge, the film is a magnificent feat of art direction with a crazy sideways house in which the duo reside: light fixtures and tiles on opposite walls and a doorway on the side. The film would have been better though without a side plot involving two middle class police officers tracking down the pranksters. One of them talks with a poorly dubbed squeaky voice akin to nails on the chalkboard while the other is obsessed with height - neither of which makes for particularly funny running gags. A more interesting supporting character comes in the form of a suburbanite who briefly joins the duo after enjoying their sense of humour at a party that they crash, but truth be told, leads Mike Bishop and Mary-Anne Fahey are charismatic enough on their own to carry the film, balancing bizarre cabaret routines with memorable scenes in which they stick it to the conformist suburbanites who have grown afraid to think for themselves.
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