Not Quite Hollywood.

Documentary films. My pet peeve about documentaries is they never usually have enough film/video footage of the subject they are banging on about. This has filmatists leaning heavily on still photographs and resorting to just moving a camera in and out of them, or winding around them trying to fool the viewer into thinking what they are watching is active. You can't fool me documentarists I'm onto you.This will not wash, so stop doing it. Luckily the film 'Not Quite Hollywood' doesn't have that, what it does have is an abundance of awsome footage of Australian exploitation films, the stories behind which are beyond bonkers. Stuntmen killed, girls bribed to strip, washed up actors brought over on the cheap, and lest we forget Dennis Hopper at his most crazy (late 70s Dennis Hopper, high, drunk and psychotic, marauding shoeless through a graveyard smashing up headstones.) Relaxed censorship laws allowed genre/trash filmakers to go nuts in 70s Australia heaping on the boob fondling bloodletting and injury baiting action like never before. Of course a few genuine classics slipped through like Mad Max and Road Games for example, but it's the crap like Fantasm, Stunt Rock and Turkey Shoot that provide the meat of this doc and much of the humour. Even the presence of Quentin 'I'll fucking steal anyones ideas me' Tarantino can't hamper this film. Seriously, check it out. My film of the year so far, I give it 9 floppy 70s tits out of 10.