I wanted to but couldn't!

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

*You Can't Stop The SPOILERS* Gary (Gary Eck) is a cop in a veery little town in the middle of Australia, where the fact that Premium Mincemeat is actually just normal mincemeat is a serious deal, and has very little to do except patrol without need the town streets with his kind-of-dumb partner Akmal (Akmal Saler) who constantly gets inane idea for movies, and suffer his very religious boss (Richard Carter).But when a mysterious killer begins operating in the little town, first murdering a biker and then a construction worker, Gary finally faces a true challenge, other than the annual line dancing competition which he absolutely wants to win.But the boss decides to bring in a cop from the city to investigate, and to our hero's misfortune, Agent Tony (Anthony Mir) is probably the stupidest and most obnoxious man on Earth, but he's a charmer. So much, in fact, that everybody, including Akmal and town reporter Julie (Kristie Hutton), the girl Gary's in love with, fall under his spell. Until he shows his true colors, that is.But as the bodies begin to pile up, including a French sailor/stripper and a comedic Cowboy/Indian duo, Gary understands that the killer is murdering people that are dressed like one of the members of the '70s disco band Village People, and that he's still got one more person to kill: a cop...He will manage to get out on top, though.'You Can't Stop The Murders' is a nice, funny and sometimes scary movie from Australia, which has been well-written, directed and acted, with the director (Anthony Mir) playing also a part (the Mega-Jerk).It may not be Shakespeare, but it makes for a nice 99 minutes.You Can't Stop The Murders: 7/10.

When going to their movies, I used to actively search out the Aussie films. These were often low budget wonders with iconoclastic/individualistic qualities. They often had a single uitlander(non Australian) somewhere in the cast ( e.g. MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER with Kirk Douglas, PRISCILLA etc with Terence Stamp) with the up and coming burgeoning talents like Mel Gibson, Russell Crowe and Toni Collette amongst others.) And you were pretty much guaranteed an interesting time.And then they discovered that they weren't actually making bad little movies. And got vain. And instead of careful nurturing we get more randomly thrown together product. Product as opposed to craft. And it ends up looking like this.This started with a cute little idea; It's set in a small town, West Village( a play on Go west and Greenwich Village) somewhere in Oz where the most exciting thing that usually happens is a dog runs away). And then people start being murdered in a style reminiscent of the Village People. Could've been great.And is unremittingly awful. Written by three alleged comedians from somewhere in the comedic basements of Australia, it doesn't know what the hell it is. There's a bit of a Miami Vice pastiche, some line dancing and omni present confusion. Great direction makes you want to know about the characters and where they are going within the story arc. Poor direction makes you wonder why you're there. Thank god popcorn doesn't fly otherwise screens around the country would be saturated.The problem occurs when you get stand-up comedians trying to up their exposure outside of their usual 15 minute routine. It is populated with friends of friends and relatives instead of talent. According to the director, Anthony Mir (not short for Mirth) the original story started as a two minute sketch for TV. Why in god's name did they let it get longer? Should've been stopped at birth.

This was a most excellent Ozzie film that I watched this evening. A delightful comedy. It wasn't that kind to Ozzies, but it was very funny. It was also quite strange in its way, but it was kind enough to give strong hints as to its plot development methods in one of the sub-plots.I hadn't understood what people saw in line-dancing, but I think that I now have an inkling. It was also interesting to see how the yankish idiom appeals to the incoherent everywhere - the film exploited this point to excellent effect if a trifle cruelly, if you have any empathy with the incoherent.It is so good to see the occasional well-made and clever film that turns up. I suppose that their explanation of how the plot was devised might be seen by some as a post-modernist infestation, but I felt that it was a) in good fun and, at worst, b) a good satire of post-modernist triviality taking itself so seriously as to think it is clever.I'm not quite clear why it was showing at the downstairs cinema. There was a little French in it, with sub-titles, but surely not enough to class it as an 'art' film. Have Ster-Kinekor simply decided that Yankish films go upstairs and intelligent ones downstairs? It seems rather sad for the masses who go only to upstairs films to be missing this friendly and good-humoured comedy.It is, I suppose, a little bit of a black comedy, in places, plenty of dismembered limbs, decapitated corpses and crushed dogs. All these are, however, in the best possible taste.It seems strangely short of stock Oz stereotypes. Very little beer is drunk, the macho fellow doesn't do particularly well and the poofdahs generally have a nice time of it. What was the reference to the Frenchman on the beach with the big knife? I thought of Albert Camus' 'The Outsider' (or 'The Stranger') which starts that way. A comment here suggests that it was a particularly Australian reference.

Contains Spoiler!! Writing this as a simple minded Australian looking for a cheap laugh, yet who feels her intelligence is slightly insulted by an inundation of Hollywood schmuck -You Can't Stop The Murders was ultimately disappointing for me, due to a number of factors: 1) It is an Australian film... and it suffers for it, like most Australian films that go commercial, it is simply too busy being Australian to notice that it's not really that great nor is it entertaining. I'm puzzled as to why there were no lingering shots of Eucalypts at dusk or drunkards affectionately known at Rummy at the local. If the film goes international, viewers may be puzzled by certain references (e.g crazy Frenchman wielding a knife shot at beach) 2) It is a film about a Village People serial killer. I saw it for that premise alone, and boy was I disappointed. A Village People serial killer - for f**k's sake, capitalise!!! During the 99 minutes of a film called You Can't Stop The Murders I certainly expect many jokes at the expense of the Village People (bless them). But the plot is too caught up with the main character's struggle to become a "real cop" (apparently you're not a real cop until you've shot somebody), and simply coping with the people around him. No time for any Village People shennanigans, though *SPOILER* having the corpses spell out Y.M.C.A was a nice touch. Now the above probably sounds quite harsh, and by no means is this a bad film - it's just not a great one. It is certainly very well made and deals nicely with the intricacies of small-town life. I just expected something more relevant and more lowbrow, and it would have been great if it did lower itself just a tad - there were some gorgeously tacky moments, such as the line dancing and the Chief going incognito as Jesus. I hate to be so cruel to an Australian film but I feel so disappointed. The sheer idea of a Village People serial killer: 10/10. Entertainment factor: 4/10. Overall: 7/10