I watched Wake in Fright recently which kindled an interest in Australian film. Picnic at Hanging Rock, The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith, Ten Canoes, Sweet Country... all cracking films. I thought i'd give this doc a go, but the truth is its energy is a smokescreen. These are, with few exceptions, terrible films that have been lost with good reason. These films are either empty headed reflections of an empty headed culture, or else derivative rip offs of Hollywood trash. Tarantino might love them, but I agree with Broomfield's assessment of much of his work - "It's like watching a schoolboy's fantasy of violence and sex, which normally Quentin Tarantino would be wanking alone to in his bedroom while this mother is making his baked beans downstairs. Only this time he's got Harvey Weinstein behind him and it's on at a million screens" - and his enthusiasm for Ozploitation is more proof if proof be needed.