There's three blokes who look like the Nazgul in pinstripes, and a skinny hatchet-faced bird who keeps saying “Well?” at me every time she asks me a question and I don't answer her inside half a second.

Thus “Telephone” inverts the power dynamics of media reception, where the empowering or queer reading of such products as lesploitation films are relegated as “readings against the grain” or appropriations.

Was it an attempt to refute Russell Drysdale's 1940s outbackery, the image of 'real Australia'?

Mold loves moist, dark places.