Sometimes it really helps to have low expectations. Yes, that is a loaded statement but I'm referring specifically to a film that has me dreaming of Australian beaches, surfers and the pangs of a first crush. First let me set the scene: late night, glass of wine, summer breeze blowing, dog napping, television remote pointed, channels flipping and a deluge of woeful programming. Then I chanced upon the opening of a film...a montage of quiet scenes from a place I didn't recognize. Fast forward a bit and I was engrossed....big rays of sun, the ocean both beautiful and frightening, that Aussie-where-are-the-subtitles-accent, surfers in all their freckled glory, and a gay subplot presented quite tenderly...blame it on the late hour or the wine but, by the closing credits, I was trying to decide if it was too late to move to Australia, bleach my hair and take up surfing. The film is Newcastle. Give it a viewing and, oy, don't judge me Mate!