This movie and my appendix (which was successfully extracted last year, courtesy of appendicitis) have a significant commonality, and that is, they are both absolutely useless. 'Under the Lighthouse Dancing' is completely flat and unmemorable, and worse, it's about boring upper class Aussies. Now, very few movie-going audiences are sympathetic to the affluent and prefer the on screen rich to be depraved, sinister or comical in some way, and this film offers several affluent characters who are none of these things. Too bad. Whenever I go to see an Aussie film, I expect colorfully dysfunctional and typically coarse Australians slinging twangy vitriol at one another. This here's a film without wit, the well-to-do filming themselves. Basically, its sole distinction is that it's one of the most bland and uneventful instances of self-indulgence I've ever seen. No one wants to watch the home movies of the rich and dull. I'd expected snottier from one with a name like "Graeme Rattigan," and meatier work from the usually robust Jack Thompson. Very boring.
