I haven't had the best luck with Tim Winton. I’ll
admit that I haven’t read any of his books (far as I can remember, at any rate), and while I do like to
highlight local talent in these reviews, the last two films I’ve looked at
based on his work were differing kinds of “really not my thing”. With Breath,
it was the jarring and rather unsettling exploration of sexuality, specifically between an underaged boy and a grown-ass woman, which just left a bad taste in
my mouth. And with Dirt Music, I didn’t even get that much taste,
despite it looking rather nice. Thankfully, this doesn’t feel as gross to watch
as Breath… but unfortunately, that means it leans more into the Dirt Music side of things.
