Prompted by Luke Buckmaster's rewatch in 2015. Stephan Elliott's followup to The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Buckmaster is about right — it must be a pisstake — but it's not very funny, clever or even all that human. The list of prior art is long: Wake in Fright, Crocodile Dundee (American lead Johnathon Schaech comes to the Central Australian Dead Heart in what must've been a career-stifling move), The Castle, incestuous Australian utopias, the oversexed Australian ladies ala Praise, and so forth.
The plot is perfunctory and infantile, merely a vehicle for exploring a series of grotesques: Daddy-O (Rod Taylor) anchors this Northern Gothic in a Collingwood singlet and sweatband, channeling Brian Brown, downing the XXXX and shortchanging his desert-dwelling family. We're introduced by Susie Porter's demonstration that even she was young and dumb once. The beautiful scenery is almost entirely squandered. It was probably a lot more fun to make than it is to watch.
Excess details at Ozmovies. Margaret couldn't handle the vulgarity? Stephen Holden.