Adapted from a 2005 novel by controversial Aussie author Christos Tsiolkas, Tony Krawitz’s vivid travelogue follows Ewen Leslie’s antipodean photographer to Greece to scatter his father’s ashes and lay a family curse to rest.
It’s not the only thing he ends up laying, despite his opportunistic shag-tourism being repeatedly interrupted by Kodi Smit-McPhee’s ( The Road ) spooked teenage refugee.
Saddled with a plank-like performance from Leslie, it’s intriguing and pretentious in equal measure, capturing the feeling of being adrift in a foreign world, but then failing to capitalise on it.
