Topless Women Talk About Their Lives

The leading actress (the very talented Danielle Cormack) went the length of a very real pregnancy through the filming of the Topless Women, and writer/director Harry Sinclair has steered a very reckless and audacious plot line around this process, culminating in a insane birth in an extremely unlikely location.

I'm told that the baby shown being born was Danielle's own, but was about two weeks old when she (?he) made the debut. The slime and the umbilical cord were special effects!

Reckless people tell lies to each other and become paranoid, an it's nearly all very funny in Topless Women Talk About Themselves.

There's a strange, talented, lazy bugger of a rabbit and there are tall Maori tales. There are none of the weak scenes we might expect from a first time writer/director.

There's a New Zealand beach without a piano sitting on the sand, and some of those weird, confusing Kiwi pronunciations. What on earth would the naked and very pregnant Liz want with Jiff cleanser anyway?

Any film from New Zealand that is this good, we usually try to claim as Australian, but then I suppose the All Blacks would really thump us.