- Director: Stephan Elliott
- Writer: Stephan Elliott
- Producer: Al Clark; Christopher Figg
As daft as a bunch of pimply teenagers [hellbent on getting off their tits] at their first music festival...in the 70s...with a beached whale...and, some fabulously-dressed swingers!
Oooh the kiddies [aka Snowflakes] ain't gonna be liking this one, for sure!!! Because, in the 70s, political correctness was a thing of...erm, it didn't exit! People said what they felt...with nada repercussions! Like it or lump it - you knew where you stood. Those were the days, my friend...we thought they'd never end...but, alas, they did. Nowadays...it's all walking on eggshells and pussy-footing around lily-livered, over-sensitive snowflakes!
So...to fully appreciate Stephan Elliott's [fantastic] film, you need to be of a certain age, with a viable memory...and, have [most importantly] functional hips. Because, the soundtrack - alone - will make you wanna f*^%ing dance!
All we have to say to all the dissenters is: Grow up...your time will come, when nostalgia will give you a warm fuzzy feeling...and, who could have possibly lived without a K-tel record selector?!?
Thank you, Stephan...fabulous, darling!
Australia, 1975. The beach suburb of Nobbys Beach is a place that revolves around surf mats, baby oil, boxed wine and the new miracle of Kentucky Fried Chicken. 14 year-old Jeff tries to find his feet in a world changing faster than his hormones, and deal with his crush on shy and sensitive girl-next-door Melly. When the beach town suddenly hits the spotlight after the body of a 200-ton whale is washed ashore, Jeff and Melly think it's the biggest thing that ever happened in their lives. Meanwhile, their eccentric parents are catching up with the sexual revolution that has also washed up on Australia's beaches. And just like the decaying whale, it's all about to go spectacularly wrong.