Rhys Ifans, Miranda Otto, and Justine Clarke
Directed/written by: Jeff Balsmeyer
speaking? Danny Deckchair is a sweet - almost fairytaleish
- yarn of finding one's self done in that singular Aussie style
we just don't get enough of over Stateside. Unapologetic romance
spun by some major talents make this little film unforgettable.
Danny (Rhys Ifans) is a bit of a square peg in a round
part of town. His clinging girl pal Trudy (Justine Clark) has
a sub-grain of salt respect for him and he's stifled in every
gotta be more mate.
Danny's a bit of a Walter Mitty type. Though he manifests his
daydreams into tangible ramshackle objects and adventures. He
likes to create and such. At a barby (translation: BBQ) he has
a few brews, and edged on by his playmates, on a kind of lark,
he ties oodles of balloons to his deckchair and floats away.
He's free. And missing.
Sydney townsfolk are lifted by his disappearance. Sure, they're
concerned he's a goner but most feel the risk to set yourself
free is worth it. His media lovin' girlfriend relishes the warm
glow of her 15 minutes on the telly. Danny's finally doing something
by being missing.
daydreamin' Danny lands hundreds of miles away in a small rural
town (safely) bustling with real folks who embrace him as the
handsome stranger amongst them. It's close enough to be home-like
and far enough to well
learn "to find one's self you must lose one's self - thus
loss itself is gain" (as one Maher Baba once said). The town
doesn't think he's a nothing - in fact he twines into them completely.
He discovers what respect feels like and starts to blossom.
also finds a bit of happiness in a dress. Glenda (Miranda Otto),
the woman who found him shall we say, turns out to be a
She herself considered something of a local spinsterish - erroneously
- will be transformed by Danny's new found joy. It helps that
Glenda too believes life's a bowl of sweet Kiwi, pitch a tent
and frolick among the wild fern. She had forgotten that's all.
two romance a bit towards the plot.
makes this film so wonderful? Its anti-grandness. It's simply
a warm tale about following one's heart. Life's short get out
there and discover what you are meant to do, be, see and so on.
of course the remarkable Rhys Ifans, who steals any film he shows
in anyway, is cast here as Danny, our lead. He's got that special
combo of charm and suave-ness that embraces the screen. Rhys is
a tall serving of Welsh rarebit mantort with a heaping helping
of crème sauce, which cloys the edge of appetite and imagination
is a romantic film - no cynics need apply.
recommendation: Pancake breakfast