Petersen, was one of those more cheeky, dirty pics, that made the 70's grouse. You just have to check out the start where we see Thommo and Jackie Weaver, and I mean all of Jackie Weaver doing it. Thompson's performance is naturalistic as hell, as if we were really watching a reality character. Tony Petersen, an ex footballer, with a memorable rep, now an electrician (he gets around) is one of those guys who loves getting plastered, loving life, spending time with wife and kids, while up to his neck in you know, all the other time on campus grounds. Petersen's a budding teacher, where at his university training ground, his grades are not that hot. If he's not demonstrating with another nude lovely under some tarpaulin, not for the sake of demonstrating, while wearing a Groucho Marx mask, which is sidesplittingly priceless, (how they never got found out, when the photo hit The Times, was beyond me) he's doing the late great Hughes, another hottie, an English professor, in her office. In between, he balances his study sessions, his scrawny bucktooth mate, Heinze, a classic, tries to bargain some dope to him, while a class is in progress, run by Hughes's husband's (Arthur Dignam) class. Dignam is an ordinary dull guy, who knows of his wife's infidelity. He's not an idiot. Incidentally he's doing the star pupil. When they cross paths later on a beach retreat, it makes for some what interesting confrontation. Petersen doesn't hold anything back as far as nudity goes. It's very liberated in that respect. From the dialogue being exchanged it doesn't sound David Williamson'ish, (not up to his usual standard) but I fell in love with this movie, just finding it all out entertaining, and funny too, watching it four times, with it's first VHS rental. Some scenes are unwarranted, but are great. But really this isn't plot driven. One particular scene, apart from another one involving a fracas with a jealous drunken mate, is one where these bikies, crash a 21 s't birthday party, of a student, chains and all, where Thompson gets bloody with 'em, surprising us again. He's not the brightest guy on the block, Weaver, ditzy and sexy, with lower iq than Thompson. Of course you surpass it's last twenty minutes. It's gold, where exam failure (remember, he's not the brightest guy on the block, the ditzy and sexy Weaver of lower iq.) causes rage, rape, drunkenness, and a police beating. Thompson's drunken display, and he plays drunk brilliantly, in a beer garden, where cops eventually show up, is so reality, and that's what this movie is. And when accepting failure, and that painful "Don't quit your day job" reality, for Tony's Petersen's sex appeal, it can still have it's perks. Good raw ozzie pic, with many a laughs in even flow. A oldie, hard to find, goodie.
