An auto brimming with ocker troublemakers searching for individuals to bash up in the middle of smoking cones, tasting on stubbies and looking at tattoos? There’s a reason author/executive Abe Forsythe’s second component film is called Down Under: it is nothing if not Australian. What’s more, as is commonly said, not the place they put on the pamphlet.
Ocker potatoheads have been very much spoken to on Australian screens throughout the years, from the decency shattering jokes of Barry McKenzie to the barrel-stuffing crims from Snowtown. Less all around secured are Australian characters with Middle Eastern legacy, who very regularly assume crooks or parts identified with generalizations, humorous or something else (TV’s Here Come the Habibs).