Film review by Colin Fraser BOYTOWN |
Five middle-aged men reform their 80's supergroup, Boytown. Unfortunatley, no one has told them that boybands are meant to be boys. | score 1 |
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Cast Glenn Robbins, Mick Molloy, Gary Eck, Bob Franklin, Wayne Hope Director Kevin Carlin Screenwriter Mick Molloy, Richard Molloy Country Australia Rating / Running Time M / 88 minutes Australian Release October 2006 Official Site (c) moviereview
2006
ABN 72 775 390 361 |
When
Carl asks Benny what he had in mind, comedy or tragedy, it’s a rhetorical
question. The frail comedic elements of this film have already left with stage
fright. Benny has called upon his old mate to reform a band that was the
biggest thing in show business. Boytown
suffers its first significant coronary around this time for there’s no sign of drive
in the admittedly plain lives of five, forty-something men (although one of the
group now lives with his grandmother and works as a lollypop man). So why is
Benny on the comeback trail? Credibility, or the lack thereof, is a consistent
problem. Coronary number two occurs shortly after their former label resigns
them to repeat the 80’s formula. The sight of portly men in stretched lycra and
inappropriate leather has its moments (think Mardi Gras at 7am), but it’s a
thin conceit. After
failed singles, the group reinvents itself again – this time as a pastel
Westlife for Mature Aged Women, singing songs like Love Handles, Dishpan Hands and Cellulite Lady. With a satirical edge, it
might have worked. Instead, we’re expected to believe an artificial sense of
normalcy simply because the characters do. No one on-screen seems surprised by
their unlikely success, and few off-screen are interested. Coronaries three
to seven appear at regular intervals as the group tour, break-up, reform and
finally appear at the Aria Awards. With the narrative structure of bullet
points, Boytown lurches toward the
end without any thought to naturalism or reality. What had been a terrific idea
is squandered by self-satisfied, well-connected artists with no apparent faith
in the redraft. There’s the real tragedy. // COLIN FRASER |