STARS OUT FOR SUMMER
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.