The Final Winter

I arrived in Sydney in the mid-1980's as a dyed-in-the-wool rugby union man - ex-player, avid follower. But when I saw Sydney rugby league, hard, uncompromising, skillful, I fell in love with it. It was the era dominated by Parramatta and Canterbury. I'd heard about Newtown - foundation club and so on - but like a defeated Prime Minister, the club was gone, and no-one had much interest in it any more.

This movie goes back a few years, to the early 80's, when Newtown was struggling to survive. The old-school league men were being replaced by businessmen. It was an approach that didn't save Newtown, and a decade or so later, when greed and big business combined to create the Super League wars, it drove people away from the game in, well, droves, including me. From someone who used to immerse himself in the game from Friday to Sunday nights, my interest declined to where it is today - about zero.

But nevertheless, I found this movie intensely interesting, arousing some desire to perform further research into the Newtown era. Matt Nable, the Charles Bronson look-alike whom I've never heard of before, and the driving force behind the movie, has done a terrific job of creating a (mostly) polished product. Matthew Johns and Kate Mulvaney were good in supporting roles, but the standout for me was Raelee Hill. I'd seen her in a few TV roles, but in this, she was perfect. The kids were good too.

I wouldn't class this alongside, say, Romulus My Father, but it was still a surprisingly good Aussie movie.