Malcom Muggeridge talks pornography in publishing; Russell Morris sings through a striptease; a doctor talks abortion; another of homosexual relationships in prisons; and a beautiful prostitute bears her soul.
That, in a nutshell, is "The Naked Bunyip", in which a shy young man is told (when he would rather do agriculture) to survey Australian attitudes to sex and censorship. Today it is a captivating time capsule that shook Australia's conservative society back in 1970.
It never shook me. I was a young man then and possessing a car was 95% of a young man's personality. With 5% personality and a thick German accent I never stood a chance and never watched "The Naked Bunyip".
