That’s a rhetorical question of course, the rhetorical answer to which is EVERYTHING.

I saw I Love You Too tonight, on the grounds that I was bored (and that it’s an Australian attempt at the romcom genre which makes it slightly novel). In a way I guess it was useful, because it sure cured my boredom– Instead making me very angry! Luckily the cinema was almost empty, or more people might have noticed me flipping off the screen every ten minutes.
Brendan Cowell plays an emotionally stunted man-boy whose Aussie drawl is so laconic he could be a stroke victim. He is the hero of the film, and I guess we’re supposed to relate to him somehow. He actually looks like a homeless guy for much of the duration. Peter Helliar (who also wrote the film) plays his boorish yobbo-with-a-heart-of-gold best mate, and is at his hilarious best when sexually harassing women in clubs.
Yvonne Strahovski (of Chuck fame) is the super hot chick who of course will end up with Cowell’s character, and she dons a poncy fake British accent so we can tell that she’s sophisticated and desirable– because you apparently can’t be these things if you’re from this country, as evidenced by the fact that even the waiters in the super fancy restaurant sound like they could be working at a chip shop and ducking out for a durry. We’re all equal in this country, cobber! I half expected to see a Barry Mackenzie cameo– at least that would have been meta-funny.
The sad thing is Strahovski is Australian, and can speak perfectly well, but I guess the filmmakers worried that this would just confuse the audience, who might gawp at her as they would a chimpanzee with a monocle and a dry martini. Also, since she is the girl, and this is a film about a guy, she gets zero character development because she is already perfect. *gag*
Peter Dinklage and Megan Gale play the only other non-lazyunderachievingidiots in the film, and wouldn’t you know it they’re both foreign too! His character is an articulate American with a poet’s soul (to his credit he’s the only able to squeeze any life out of this mediocre script) and hers is an Italian supermodel…. with a heart of gold.
I realize that it is ridiculous for me to damn the whole of the Australian film industry based on this one film what I just saw… but damn it all anyway because there was something so cloyingly familiar about the lazy stereotyping in this film, the half-assed script and barely one-dimensional secondary characters… and the attempt to marry traditional Australian larrikinism with the freshly imported Apatow slob story just made me want to scream.
It’s not that I’m against some level of caricature in film– the last good Australian film I saw was Kenny, in which the broadest of the broad characters were drawn in a way that was both utterly comical and endearing, and utterly Australian. They had depth, and heart, and you actually wanted things to work out well for them. Whereas at the end of ILYT I found myself thinking that maybe it would be better if all the characters just went their separate ways.
Ok ok… so I love You Too may not be truly representative of Australian filmmaking– but I do think it’s representative of everything that’s wrong with Australian filmmaking.