masquerading as art. This is an okay film. It's nothing great. It's not bad either. There are a few truly beautiful Women in it. Hanna Mangan Lawrence, 19 at the time of filming, shines as the doe eyed country girl, wandering the seedy Australian underbelly found in Sydney's red light districts, like a little lost Bambi. The cliché Babe in the Woods routine, take one.
Here the Woods are filled with hookers, Black pimps, drug addicts, assorted scumbags, low lives and the obligatory lecherous old man to satisfy the feminists pretending not to enjoy all the revealing Female flesh on show.
Hanna Mangan Lawrence does well with a screenplay that is skinnier than Calista Flockhart's chop sticks. The fact that she was directed to be doe eyed throughout the entire film (no character arc to be seen here folks!) does not of course explain why, immediately upon arrival, she is simultaneously savvy enough to start selling her body with the compunction of a seasoned pro. I guess even Bambi had to grow up some time. Of course she is likewise not savvy enough to prevent herself from staying away from trouble. Maybe stay off the streets wasn't in her vocabulary, but then again if she had, the water thin plot would have dissipated quicker than one of Barry Humphrey's farts.
Predictable drama ensues until our doe eyed princess is rescued by her prince charming in the form of a likewise doe eyed taxi driver with a heart of gold. Aw how cute. Average film. Nice flesh. Not crap and not great. Just Meh.
