Mr Peek has posted the "trailer"* for the new Baz Luhrmann film, Australia. It is quite possibly the most vomitous thing I have seen in ages, and that includes Ladette to Lady. Baz Luhrmann is vile enough when he confines himself to ruining Shakespeare and making pretentious perfume ads; Baz in epic mode is just too much of an already bad thing. No doubt the sycophantic jingoists in our mainstream media will oblige the great auteur by providing plenty of hype, the New Idea crowd will flock to see Hugh in a drizabone (with whip!), and everybody will pretend that Nicole Kidman can act, Luhrmann's a genius, and we're all so grown up now we've got a fillum named after us. Can't bloody wait.
* Didn't these things used to be called "previews"? I hesitate to ask because it makes me sound like the guy - sorry, bloke - who wrote to the Green Guide this week to have a hissy about the supposed "American stupidity" of radio and news personalities reading 1300 phone numbers as "one, three-hundred" instead of "thirteen hundred" which, Mr Arthur Comer of Sebastopol asserts, is the Australian way. Is Mr Comer correct? Does Australia have a rich tradition of saying "thirteen hundred" instead of "one, three-hundred" of which I have somehow remained unaware thanks to the Americanisation (or as our American overlords would have it: Americanization) of our language?