"MY home is my castle" is taken quite literally by an Australian family, threatened with expulsion from their self-made house due to an airport development project. What sounds like a repetition of the dull, old individual vs. the institution struggle is actually quite funny, due to the crassness of the family members.

The transparency of their suburban souls is reflected by the narration of the youngest son, whose voice-over conscientiously repeats the dialogues and events we are watching without bothering to add or change information. It's not the story about them miraculously winning their case without ever having understood what was at stake that holds one's interest. It's the satire on family harmony which seems so universally appealing: this is a family who adores their fake chimney, has fits of jouissance over their Greek style patio and is simply over the moon with each other's company. They live in a bliss of mutual pride over their daughter's hairstyling talents, their ugly dog's barking and pooing, and their eldest son's sullen silence in prison. While family values are pushed to (and over) the limits, we're all bound to cringe with recognition occasionally: the never-ending hunt for bargains, however useless they may be, and the urge to colonise new lands as temporary homes and call it a holiday resort sound familiar...

An enjoyable film experience if you're in a brain-dead mood or under the illusion of missing out on playing happy families.