This film is a disappointment. It tries too hard to be cool and too little to be interesting. The love triangle is never compelling and the "will they/won't they make it" story would work only if we cared. As it is we have a bunch of annoying musicians doing not much in not much of a movie.
Filmed in location in Newtown - where I live - it was interesting to see my haunting ground on the big screen. Also many of my friends were extras in the film, but all ended up on the cutting room floor. A shame cause for me having them in it would have been the highlight, nothing else was.
On a positive note, Australian Actor Russell Dykestra does a great job as the manger/roadie of this unsuccessful garage band. The rest of them however seem terribly miscast.
Maya Stange looks reasonably vacant throughout, like she really would prefer to be somewhere else - and who could blame her. Pia Miaranda and Kick Curry - both so good in "Looking for Alibrandi" a few years back, fail to light any sparks here.
The style of the film is so erratic as to be positively frustrating, never more so than when we get the slow motion "let's get inside their heads" scenes where the characters voice over tells us unnecessary and frankly not very enlightening exposition. And as for the drug scenes - well terrible drug cliche doesn't even begin to cover it.
The final song and dance scene played during the credits is the best bit of the film, trouble is you have to sit through the rest of it to get there.
Alex Proyas (The Crow, Dark City) works best when he deals with dark, broody, mystery subject matters. Light quirky Australian comedy clearly isn't his forte.
Filmed in location in Newtown - where I live - it was interesting to see my haunting ground on the big screen. Also many of my friends were extras in the film, but all ended up on the cutting room floor. A shame cause for me having them in it would have been the highlight, nothing else was.
On a positive note, Australian Actor Russell Dykestra does a great job as the manger/roadie of this unsuccessful garage band. The rest of them however seem terribly miscast.
Maya Stange looks reasonably vacant throughout, like she really would prefer to be somewhere else - and who could blame her. Pia Miaranda and Kick Curry - both so good in "Looking for Alibrandi" a few years back, fail to light any sparks here.
The style of the film is so erratic as to be positively frustrating, never more so than when we get the slow motion "let's get inside their heads" scenes where the characters voice over tells us unnecessary and frankly not very enlightening exposition. And as for the drug scenes - well terrible drug cliche doesn't even begin to cover it.
The final song and dance scene played during the credits is the best bit of the film, trouble is you have to sit through the rest of it to get there.
Alex Proyas (The Crow, Dark City) works best when he deals with dark, broody, mystery subject matters. Light quirky Australian comedy clearly isn't his forte.