(Ed; The Bucket originally received GOF's review of this movie 15 years ago. The Editorial Committee at that time considered its content inappropriate for publication, and suggested that perhaps he would like to seek employment with one of the journals normally sold from under the counter in tamper-proof packaging.)
Sirens is a delightful yet controversial little celluloid masterpiece which honours the life of renowned Australian artist and sculptor Norman Lindsay.
Set in the grounds of Lindsay's original home in the Blue Mountains, the cinematography effectively captures the exceptional natural beauty of this historic area of our country.
Sam Neill's portrayal of Lindsay, the eccentric, is, like most of his dramatic acting, of the highest quality. He is more than adequately complemented by Hugh Grant who plays the role of the local parish minister who has taken on the rather onerous task of modifying Lindsay's debaucherous lifestyle.
Perhaps the only flaws to be found in this film are the frequent lengthy appearances of Elle MacPherson, naked in the house, naked in the gardens, and naked frolicking with other nymphs in bedrooms, creeks and on rocky outcrops.
All the superfluous nakedness and frolicking tends to detract from what otherwise would have been groundbreaking cinema.
Despite my numerous entreaties to the Chief Censor, these scenes remained uncut for each of my 9 subsequent viewings of this film.