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The Dame Edna Treatment Page 2

Quote: Kenneth @ July 13 2009, 1:02 AM BST

I'm shocked that amazon.co.uk evidently has little regard for The Adventures of Barry McKenzie, as its one line synposis - "Barry McKenzie's aunt is kidnapped by Count Plasma and taken to Transylvania as a tourist attraction. Barry, a beer-guzzling, sexist pig of a buffoon, sets out to the rescue." - is about a different film, namely, the sequel.

Ha! I'm not (surprised)! They can be really bloody useless sometimes. But then that's no surprise from the company that owns IMDb.

I must say that not having seen it since it first came out it hasn't really aged very well.

Quote: Chappers @ July 13 2009, 4:23 PM BST

I must say that not having seen it since it first came out it hasn't really aged very well.

Tish and fipsy. It has stood still in time, remaining a classic, while the lives of those who viewed it then and now have hurtled by, possibly leaving their perceptions incapable of innocent joyous nostalgia.

Quote: Kenneth @ July 14 2009, 12:18 AM BST

Tish and fipsy. It has stood still in time, remaining a classic, while the lives of those who viewed it then and now have hurtled by, possibly leaving their perceptions incapable of innocent joyous nostalgia.

So is it still representative of today's Australian gentlemen? And I use the term loosely.

Quote: Chappers @ July 14 2009, 12:59 AM BST

So is it still representative of today's Australian gentlemen? And I use the term loosely.

Alas, it represents an Australia that sadly never really existed. But I'm paraphrasing Sir Les Patterson's preface to the collection of the Private Eye comic strips:

I wasn't always Australia's most high-profiled elder Statesman. Back in the sixties I done a stint with the Department of Customs and Excise (Literature Division): I guess I was the only bastard in the outfit who could read. I'll never forget the day Barry McKenzie lobbed onto my in-tray. It was a Private Eye publication and since Private Eye was banned in Australia at the time for gratuitous smut and uncalled-for lingo, I decided to take Bazza's adventures into the toilet with me for a swift perusal during my mid-morning crap. Sure enough, it was bloody disgusting and written by a long-haired Melbourne ex-pat called Brian Humphry, who was already on our blacklist for tipping the bucket on his superlative homeland for an easy quid. I was so appalled by what I read that I put most of the book behind me as quickly as possible before flushing it down the big white telephone. 'If that is the impression the Poms have got of young Australian manhood the bloke responsible deserves to be strung up by the pills,' I reflected, taking pull on the nearest thing that came to hand. It happened to be a hipflask of Black Label. Me and the lads banned it immediately and I was that angry I even rang up my brother-in-law Brenden in the Taxation Department and told him to give that bastard Brian Humphry buggery.

Times have changed, I suppose, and the permissive society has even penetrated the Australian Cultural Scene, which is, let's face it, largely run by pillow biters and raving mattress munchers. Even a man like me who would never tell an off-colour yarn in front of the womenfolk - an old-fashioned family man who still believes that his nation's international image ought to be squeaky-clean - has had to bow to the Winds of Change. I guess this book wouldn't fool overseas readers in this day and age. Ambassadors like Rupert Murdoch, Joanie Sutherland, little Livie Newton, Paul Hogan, Clive Germs, and me have demonstrated to the world that real Australians can be intellectual, nicely spoken and cultured without necessarily drilling for Vegemite.*

Clued-up readers will be quick to discern in the forgoing pages a crude and anachronistic f**kin' travesty of an Australia that never existed, thank Christ. This book has lost all power to hurt us or stem the tide of tourists, without whom our economy would be down the gurgler. McKenzie do your worst!

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