It is Election Day here in the land down under!
Vote Labor. Vote Green.
Just make sure you put anyone associated with the potato, one nation or that fucking trumpet of patriots dead last.
And there is no better viewing choice for the circumstances than Don’s Party - David Williamson and Bruce Beresford’s gut wrenchingly cringe inducing comedy about a lefty suburban party held on the night of the 1969 Australian election.
Failed novelist turned teacher Don (John Hargreaves) and ‘up to it here with his bullshit’ wife Kath (Jeannie Drynan) are the hosts, with a list of guests including self important wannabe pundit Mal (Ray Barrett), artsy lust object Kerry (Candy Raymond), safari suited ‘neutral’ fop Simon (Graham Blundell) and Graham Kennedy as class clown cuck Mack.
For an introvert this induces a level of anxiety that is equally as horrific as Wake in Fright, give me a night in front of the tv any day than this kind of social interaction. Williamson’s script is a self deprecatingly brilliant pseudo-intellectual self own, but pauses at the right time to deliver some poignant home truths.
It is Election Day here in the land down under!
Vote Labor. Vote Green.
Just make sure you put anyone associated with the potato, one nation or that fucking trumpet of patriots dead last.
And there is no better viewing choice for the circumstances than Don’s Party - David Williamson and Bruce Beresford’s gut wrenchingly cringe inducing comedy about a lefty suburban party held on the night of the 1969 Australian election.
Failed novelist turned teacher Don (John Hargreaves) and ‘up to it here with his bullshit’ wife Kath (Jeannie Drynan) are the hosts, with a list of guests including self important wannabe pundit Mal (Ray Barrett), artsy lust object Kerry (Candy Raymond), safari suited ‘neutral’ fop Simon (Graham Blundell) and Graham Kennedy as class clown cuck Mack.
For an introvert this induces a level of anxiety that is equally as horrific as Wake in Fright, give me a night in front of the tv any day than this kind of social interaction. Williamson’s script is a self deprecatingly brilliant pseudo-intellectual self own, but pauses at the right time to deliver some poignant home truths.
