Nicolas Roeg’s famous 1971 career-establisher Walkabout seems in synopsis to be subtext-laden adventure saga: a young British boy and his teenage sister are lost in the Outback, and survive only thanks to the friendship of a teen Aboriginal boy hunting in the desert. But it’s really about sex. Sex, sex, sex, from virtually the first anxious scenes back in Adelaide, where the siblings’ father watches his nubile daughter frolic in the pool, and later when they’re in the wilderness for a picnic, when every glimpse of her legs and peachy skin makes the man glower. Soon enough, he’s got the gun and gasoline out, ready for a full-on murder-suicide, and the kids escape with only a little lemonade and the boy’s toys.
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On DVD: Sex, Survival and the Dreamy Pleasures of Walkabout
