The first thing you’ll notice about 19-year-0ld Lucas Pittaway is his striking resemblance to fellow Aussie Heath Ledger. But aside from his Ledger-esque curly locks and good looks, Pittaway’s got intense acting skills. They can be seen in the new indie film “The Snowtown Murders” (out in the U.S. on March 2), based on the true story of one of Australia’s most notorious serial killers, John Bunting. Bunting, along with several accomplices, murdered 11 people in the ’90s and buried many of them in storage containers. Pittaway plays Jamie Vlassakis, one of Bunting’s unwilling accomplices and the heart of the film. “The Snowtown Murders” isn’t easy to watch — and some of it is graphically horrific — but it’s a haunting portrayal of a killer going unnoticed amid the malaise of suburban life. And we think Lucas Pittaway — who by the way, cries very beautifully in this movie — is destined for great things. After the jump, five things you should know about Pittaway.
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We often joke that Australia is a country of criminals, so it’s fascinating to see a little snapshot from the country’s actual criminal past. The New South Wales Police Department released around 2,500 mugshots of some of its finest female criminals picked up between 1910 and 1930. The snapshots provide a fascinating glimpse into the lives and livelihoods of the criminal underworld.
A good number the women arrested were brought in because of their involvement in the back alley illegal abortion industry, while another large subsect were charged with petty thievery. Another crime of the time — drug use and cocaine possession.
The criminal life certainly was hardknock — many of the women look much older than their rap sheets belie. Let their weathered faces be a warning to you — crime certainly doesn’t pay in moisturizing cremes. Click through to see their vintage mug shots and read their fascinating stories. [Daily Mail UK]
I was finishing college when I met my husband, Jason*, a carefree, polite Australian with dreamy blue eyes and shaggy brown hair who was on an extended working holiday. The attraction to his laissez faire personality and quirky accent was arguably a naive American girl’s knee-jerk reaction to a breakup with a controlling and insecure Brit. Yet, it is undeniable that our romance was of Hollywood screenwriting caliber. Set in the picturesque town of St. Andrews, Scotland — ironically at the same time and place where Prince William courted Duchess Catherine — I allowed this delicious Aussie, four years my senior, to sweep me off my feet. We strolled hand-in-hand through ruins on the beaches that lined the North Sea, snuck kisses in-between pints at our favourite pubs on Sunday afternoons, and celebrated my graduation from St. Andrews University in the company of my entire family, who embraced him immediately. I knew he was a keeper when he broke into the Royal and Ancient Golf Club where he worked to show me the grandiose dining room, which had banned women patrons centuries ago.
Nonetheless, reality always finds a way to spoil the fairytale. Soon after graduation, I returned to my parents’ house in Connecticut and Jason returned to his native Australia. While most flings abroad are retired, Jason and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we might be soul mates. We agreed to take a stab at our fledging union and if it didn’t work, we would walk away with dignity and respect knowing that we tried our best. Thus began a journey that far outweighed the rarity of our early beginnings as Jason and B.B. Truly, what was most unforeseen was not the juggling of the typical long-distance relationship, but where this brand of relationship took us and the questions we inevitably had to answer. Keep reading »
Foosball, cricket, video games and hot dogs — it’s just another afternoon at Sydney IKEA‘s new “man cave,” where weary husbands and boyfriends can unload while the womenfolk go shopping. I know you’re expecting me to start ripping my hair out at the gender stereotypes here. And I will, in a moment. But I actually think this is a good idea from IKEA corporate’s standpoint. If whining make the customers leave before they spend more money, get rid of them. It probably costs IKEA very little to distract men in their new “man cave,” while allowing the person holding to credit card to cha-ching! even more. Children have their own play station at IKEA — it’s called Smaland — and now another group not known in aggregate for their dedication to long shopping excursions have their own place. I just wish it weren’t so “dude” specific. Not all women love shopping and us ladies would love a “man cave” of our own. [YouTube] Keep reading »
Coffees with sexual enhancement properties do come with some, um, perks. But Australian health officials say to put the java down. Food Standards Australia New Zealand said the coffee brands Sexpresso and Rock Hard contain “analogues of sildenafil (Viagra),” which are “not declared on the label,” the Herald Sun reports. Sexual aids should not be added to food products, the health officials said, because it’s unclear how all the ingredients will interact. That’s too bad. After a few shots of Sexpresso in the morning, a dude could be up for anything. [Herald Sun AU] Keep reading »
What’s in a swimsuit? Well, if it’s got an image of the Hindu goddess Lakshmi on it, apparently a lot. Hindus are outraged after Australian designer Lisa Blue trotted a suit with an image of Lakshmi, the Hindu goddess of love and abundance, down the runway in her recent spring 2011 show during Australian Fashion Week. In response to the suit, members of right-wing Hindi group Shiv Sena burned the Australian flag, believing that it is inappropriate to use Hindu deities or concepts for commercial usage. Lisa Blue has already vowed that the suit will never be made for sale. Keep reading »
kicked off her 25th season. The guests for the show were a total snoozefest—Don Johnson, Paul Simon, and John Travolta
, of whom the Big O said, “Twenty-five years later, you still make my heart go pitter-patter.” But things got much more interesting later in the show when John was pulled onstage in a fake airplane. Keep reading »
Civil liberties nightmare or a f**king great idea? Police in Queensland, Australia, now have the authority to fine citizens $100 to $300 for committing the “public nuisance” of cussing in public. Queensland’s head of state, Anna Bligh, said to expect a 20 percent rise in public nuisance complaints, based on trial programs in South Brisbane and Townsville. Why are Aussies so concerned about naughty language? They’re not. Apparently, swear words are just a moneymaker. Bligh said that targeting public pottymouths (along with those who pee in public and other acts of disorderly conduct) could generate the government some major bucks. Watch your mouths, Aussies! [News.com.au] Keep reading »