Why am I so critical of Australian cinema? I'll crinkle my nose through challenging avant-garde films and happily imbibe the saccharine Hollywood fare, yet I experience some kind of involuntary reluctance when it comes to queuing up for the latest offering from my fellow countrymen. I find this odd, particularly as it's coming from a passionate film lover and wannabe screenwriter. Is it simple snobbery? After a bit of soul searching, this is what I've come up with...
It's an odd trait I share with my brother, which will see us cringing, blushing or outright diving into our hands and cushions to escape the torture of an awkward situation. It's akin to "I feel your pain,"only on steroids. Unfortunately, said awkward situations may be quite innocent, like a family member giving a speech, or have absolutely nothing to do with me, like a little pig-tailed girl twirling a baton on Australia's Got Talent. The little girl may be having a swell time, but I'll be quaking with embarrassment on her behalf.
2. I shirk my obligations:
Another unsavory admission to be sure - but it feels like the Australian film industry's marketing strategy = appeal to their sense of duty. The whiff of desperation doesn't help matters, and I don't think audiences respond well to the pressure of obligation.