Dingo (1991)

A waste of 90 minutes of my life

A brilliant film that helped define a genre

I like movies that are aware of what they are selling... without [any] greater aspirations than to make people laugh and that's it.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

If there was an 11 I would score 11. I love this film I have watched it dinned out on it sung about it turned people onto it for years! In a strange parrallel I'm living out my own version of Dingo due to my admiration for the film/story/characters. This is without doubt my favourite Australian film and nobody knows about it! It's going to be a time capsual thing 100 years from now a new generation and all that jazz. What the film also represents is the maypole that highlights the seemingly corrupt? Inept, commercially driven world of the Australian film critic ....Correct me if I'm wrong David and Margaret take a bow here....this film got completely ignored !?!? WTF! Even the Oscars snubbed it because the paperwork was filled out incorrectly. Bless. In a way it's fitting like a pure and perfect M.Davis note. There is no mistaking that this is his love/life letter to his fans , he is the man, it's his only film role he also passed just before film got distribution. I wonder if that mucked up the press junket's. Shame on you film critics and long live hope and striving for your dreams. I hope you get there!

I loved this movie - partly as a story about jazz, and jazz musicians. Along this line, it couldn't have been better than to star Miles Davis. Knowing nothing of Miles' private life, I wouldn't be in the least surprised to hear the portrayal of Billy Cross was mostly autobiographical. If it had been a non-musical actor, the movie would still be entirely worthwhile. With Miles, Michelle Legrand and Chuck Finley, the music could only be of the highest caliber and indeed, was.However, regardless of the jazz aspect, the point of my review is that this is not just a jazz movie. There are several subplots, which are about people, each of whom has a dream (a goal dream, not a sleep dream). At one point, this is even brought up in the dialog, though it's left appropriately unanswered. The movie follows their lives towards these dreams. In some characters these dreams are, shall we say, past.And of course the scenery, the Australian outback and the streets of Paris is wonderful. The soundtrack includes the background sound of these places, so different yet helps us to see what is shared.When this movie came out it had a one day run in Seattle. What a shame that it was so brief.

I have an old VHS copy of this film and I haven't had a VHS player for more than a decade. I'm not even sure if this ever came out on DVD, I've never seen it in a video shop and I have looked through many. This movie is kind of like an Outback Australian Sci-Fi Jazz Road Trip, brought to you by the man who blessed us with Bad Boy Bubby. The opening scene when Miles Davis lands his space ship (commercial airliner?!?!!), in the desert and proceeds to blow fragile rural minds to smithereens with an awesome array of Jazz Fusion is priceless. I pray to the almighty gods of Jazz that they might one day release this fine film in a format befitting cinema as far out as this.

I won't fight with Phil Kafcaloudes synopsis of the movie, its spot on, I just wanted to add my comment on the final jazz scene in Paris.Every time i have described that scene to friends and all, I cry. Tears of joy mind you,Reason? Its because of the look on Colin Friels' face,a kid in candyland for the first time, maybe, you can see he is in seventh heaven , the only dream he ever had is coming true in front of us the movie audience and in front of the live audience in the Paris club,The moment just takes you to a special place of powerful emotions of Happiness.what can i say? i cry at movies , so sue me!! grinp.s. this is ridiculous even writing a comment has made me cry!!