this be another one of those worryingly fashionable and prominent documentary that offer plentiful sound bite set to almost non stop music and but precious little insight . like that terribly overrate skateboard flick dogtown and z boy and this be a barrage of information that you do not care to know and deliver by people sometimes visibly salivate at the prospect of recount a story that isn not really worth tell . many of these subject be so rigorously determine to mythologize this period of aussie film making and that they end up tell tale that make them look like a smirk misanthropy collective . wasn not it funny when that actress nearly drown and just because some schmuck of a director couldn not get the shot that he want . how about when henry silva and an actor petrify of height and almost pssed himself with fear because a camera crew take him 70ft off the ground without warn him . and that etc sequence in patrick . they consider give the actor real shock therapy . what lovable rogue . what twts . stir in the endless shrug off of numerous instance of casual racism and misogyny and and youre leave with a pretty empty document of little genuine significance . there be a handful of interesting and level head contributor ( one of them be an uncharacteristically restrain quentin tarantino ) but there be no form and structure or analysis of any cultural impact that this movement may have have . which be a shame and because such analysis may have justify the film existence . there may well be valuable thing to say about this subject and but it will take a much more ambitious director to do it .