Nothing quite adds a sense of reality to a “night in the woods” like a
diegetic thrum of real cicadas. At one point a chorus of kookaburras
struck up, as if perfectly on cue to provide a fanfare for Titania’s
Detailing the travails of an inept handful of (very) small-time mobsters who run afoul of the real thing, Mojo
gives us an entertaining vision of a 1958 London obsessed with imported
Rock & Roll and American fashions, yet still profoundly British
almost to the point of caricature.
with bouncy banter including every ludicrous Aussie-vernacular-cliché
under our collective sunburnt brow, The Glass Boat loosely themes itself on
time-travel, Christmas and a mental institution.
That Eva’s been dancing since 12 should
surprise noone, since she does it with such consummate
self-assuredness: while I’m gasping, in anxious anticipation of a fatal
error, she’s dancing her heart and soul out.