my aussie bird made me go see an aussie film on the last day of the cambridge arts picture house film festival. lantana. named after some kind of thick bush that they have a lot of down under. it was actually very good. probably because half the actors were actually americans, faking an australian accent. it was kind of like short cuts in that it follows the lives of several people and their paths cross at some point in the film. anthony lapaglia was great as the cop investigating the disappearance of a psychiatrist (his wife’s, though he doesn’t know it). i don’t want to give anything away, so i’ll just say it was a very moving and real, with great performances. no swordplay, gunfire, or explosions. or gratuitous nudity (i can hear pete scratching it off his list). oh, and it looks like barbara hershey deflated her lips.