I really don't think it's all that surprising that one of greatest films about the horrors of the outback and the toxic, primal and violent behaviour and excessive masculine bravado that it manifests is directed by an outsider looking in. Bravo Ted Kotcheff, your film has stood the test of half a century and is still as horrifying, austere and intense as it was 50 years on.
A masterpiece through and through.
*deep breath*
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
In case you didn't think that Sia made this misguided and embarrassingly offensive film to make her feel better about herself and massage her oversize ego and saviour complex, she literally plays herself in a cameo where she buys percocets and other painkillers off Kate Hudson's drug dealer character to help out earthquake victims in Haiti.
Honestly one of the worst films I've seen in a long time.
Anyone who said they had "Snoop Dogg music number with dancing Cowboy Pirate Zombies in the middle of a Spongebob movie" on their 2020 bingo card is a goddamn liar
