La terrorista

Run Chrissie Run is a terribly disjointed film, which doesn't know which way it wants to go. The movie can't quite make up it's mind, what it wants to be, so fate lies in the hands of the script. We have a Mad Max that makes the film look more stupid, or out of character. The whole scene of the film doesn't fit. There's too much of one thing and less of another. It's like something done out of frustration, and has a cut and paste feel about it. Ex terrorist, Carmen Duncan, wasted here, flees with her teen daughter (Neighbor's Annie Jones) to, yeah, the Barossa in S.A, to escape the terrorist husband, Michael Aitkens, who's in some real deep s..t. As if to make it more exciting, they've added a subplot, involving some mean bikers, who Duncan and the lass butt heads with, at the Tungkillo pub as I recall, where also those graffit'd rocks nearby, are shown. The bikers are led by skinhead, Eadie, where ironically, it's a shame, as he gives one of his best performances. He just stumbled onto the wrong movie. Watch for Red Symons as one of these henchman, Fits, who controls Eadie and his goons. A missible affair, which I might videe one more time. That's in the very far future.