Stirling Times - - Lifestyle -

WATCH­ING Three Sum­mers, I won­dered what G-rated fan­tasy world I had wan­dered into.

A ru­ral week­end mu­sic fes­ti­val with­out drugs, vom­it­ing, swear­ing or co­pi­ous amounts of al­co­hol-fu­elled sex be­tween scant­ily clad 20-some­things?

This fam­ily-friendly folksy event full of low-key tunes de­picted is worlds away from the hard­core car­nage we wit­nessed or read about at Big Day Out, Groovin’ the Moo or South­bound.

In­stead, sev­eral char­ac­ters re­turn to an an­nual mu­sic fes­ti­val held each sum­mer in WA for some fairly whole­some down time.

Ir­ish folk band singer (Re­becca Breeds) meets a folk mu­sic-hat­ing Theremin player (Robert Shee­han), racist grandpa Mor­ris Dancer (Michael Ca­ton) clashes with an in­dige­nous dance troupe, community ra­dio an­nouncer Quee­nie (Magda Szuban­ski) adds some colour on the air­waves and two mid­dle-aged cou­ples spend more time drink­ing wine in their camper­vans than see­ing per­form­ers.

Get­ting to see th­ese colour­ful char­ac­ters and their re­la­tion­ships de­velop (or not) through­out three years adds a neat twist to this WA-made ro­man­tic com­edy, which has its fair share of cringe-wor­thy Aus­traliana.

There is some not-so-sub­tle com­men­tary about our racist cul­ture and the struc­ture en­sures a repet­i­tive na­ture.

Oc­ca­sion­ally Three Sum­mers feels more in­ter­ested in be­ing a show­case for a slew of recog­nis­able Aus­tralian stars in glo­ri­fied cameos, but each one in­volved brings the goods.

There is no pre­tence about it; this is a heart-on-its-sleeve heart­warm­ing piece of sto­ry­telling.

John Waters and Re­becca Breeds in Three Sum­mers.

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