2012's
Jack Irish instalments,
Bad Debts and
Black Tide were very pleasant, staunchly Ozzie, and surprisingly intelligent telemovies that I enjoyed so much I even considered buying the DVDs (the moment passed). They were
good: casting, acting, directing, writing — they were all the shit, man, and when
wiki said there were more to come, anticipation was high.
And then
Dead Point arrived this month and boy did it suck: blegh acting, stale plotting, plodding dialogue, a snail-like pacing. The Better Half looked at me balefully afterwards and I'm like,
Hey, I'm as disappointed as much as you, yo.
What the heck happened?
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