by Melissa Uhrin
For the most part, my three years down under was a complete waste of time, save for a couple exceptions: a family of now life-long friends that had saved me from the hole I had dug for myself, along with my eyes being opened to world of movies I had basically known nothing about. I had grown up knowing how to hypnotize a water buffalo and knowing that what I held in my hand was indeed NOT a “noif” mostly thanks to my fascination with Crocodile Dundee. Go figure, my dreams were shattered as Mic Dundee was not the stereotypical Aussie, but more of a caricature of what us outsiders viewed Australians to be.
Lately we have been graced with so many incredible Australian/New Zealand films (The Babadook and Housebound immediately come to mind) that I felt the desire to take a trip down memory lane to revisit a couple “old” favourites and seek-out a couple new ones while I was at it.
And with that, what else is left to say? Aussie blood and gore? Gooood. Aussie laughter and love? Gooood. Aussie trifecta of awesomeness? Gooood.
Perhaps just this: “Nobody's getting my potassium!”