‘It hasn’t aged well. Although, I must admit I haven’t seen it.’
- Blithe dismissal from woke idiot working in State Government.
When I snuck into the cinemas to see Romper Stomper at fifteen years of age, I was totally overwhelmed. The skins and their lives were exhilarating and terrifying: simultaneously attractive and repulsive. The film was over before I knew it, and I felt like I’d been dragged down many of those back alleys of Footscray by the hair.
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