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It might be 2016 in the movie, but it’s 1816 in the country. I knew Australia had a bit of a problem moving into the 20th, let alone the 21st, but JFC. Really? There isn’t a “man” in that bar that’s been laid by anyone but a desperate hooker – and chances are she never got paid for her efforts.

The owner is a useless twat who should be forced into the pub’s septic tank to drown in urine and stale beer. The customers are worse, if that’s even possible. They piss standing up at the bar. Urine-stained pants are a thing in Australia, anyway, so it’s not unusual. I’m pretty sure their mothers are a proud bunch, too.

It’s no wonder the useless twat can’t keep help for more than 90 days at a time. And not only that, he proved not to have the testicles to face them when he fired them.

Notwithstanding the foregoing, I’m really looking forward to The Royal Hotel, with Julia Garner and Jessica Henwick.