BOB HART OUT OF THE BOX
WARMHEARTED gangsters: If they exist, watching this home-grown black comedy will probably convince you that you can live without them. Longer.
They can be good for a laugh. But when they tell a joke, you may have to wade through the bloody off-cuts from a chain-sawed corpse to get to the punch line. Yes, this is deeply, darkly, funny stuff.
Gary Sweet, as wacky and dangerous cut-price Melbourne crime boss Barry Donald, finds himself entrusted with the sort of role nobody has tossed his way before.
And he’s very, very good. And funny. Also, he is so convincingly menacing that, even if he was terrible in the role, who in their right mind would say so? The vibe is budget Sopranos without the excellent food, cool threads and therapist. Here, we find ourselves in seamy, slimy suburbia.
Or, as Cathy Piccolo (Sacha Horler) says of her Christmas celebrations to her absent husband Tony (Steve Le Marquand), who is off ending the life of an old friend to amuse the boss: ‘‘ It’s like being trapped in some pathetic sub-
Wacky: Gary Sweet