He Died With A Falafel In His Hand

This is an Australian film, not nearly as cool as Mad Max. It starts with a guy hitting bullfrogs with a golf club. WFT? All of these guys live in one apartment room. There’s a hot girl already living there, and another hot girl moves in. Apparently everyone is behind on rent so some thugs come in demanding money. The main character tells them he’s writing for Penthouse magazine and expects his check at the end of the month. These wiccan’s have a sacrifice festival out back and two girls end up kissing and then skinheads show up and cut the roof of the building. And a decayed beef pattie falls from the ceiling. I can’t explain how weird this movie is. And I haven’t even seen a single falafel yet. There is a weird meltdown in the film where I have no idea what has happened. People come in from the rain on a motorcycle and people are crying, looking for prostitutes, and asking for sex from each other. I have no idea what’s going on. Most hilarious line in the film: “I’m sure if you concentrated, you’d be able to kill yourself better than anyone else in the world.” They get thrown out of the house and a bunch of others move into another apartment with 8 other people. This movie is REALLY long. The film takes almost two hours before you even see a falafel. Don’t bother with this film. It’s really exhausting.