I've never been convinced by the Bra Boys. I know that their rough and tumble high jinks are merely a pose to hide their true Pablo Neruda-reading, Sudoku-solving, Siddhartha-esque selves, and that were it not for the complexities of gang life in Maroubra they'd be social workers, florists or experts in the obscure art of the Hula Hoop, but sometimes their endless macho schtick gets me down.
But then again, maybe I should rethink my doubts. After all, lots of people seem to adore them, not least Russell Crowe, and perhaps the reason is this: if you too can surf a big and dangerous wave with no fear, you have a passport to do whatever you want, even really crazy things like making a pastiche of Dogtown and the Z-Boys.
For some reason, however, this Aussie TV presenter isn't on message. What on earth went wrong?
But then again, maybe I should rethink my doubts. After all, lots of people seem to adore them, not least Russell Crowe, and perhaps the reason is this: if you too can surf a big and dangerous wave with no fear, you have a passport to do whatever you want, even really crazy things like making a pastiche of Dogtown and the Z-Boys.
For some reason, however, this Aussie TV presenter isn't on message. What on earth went wrong?
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