Australian comedy Puns

Next year I'm going to live in Australia so, can you recommend me some Australian tv show or comedy where they occupy slang?. I have tried to search but almost all speak in neutral English.

This show is so damn entertaining! I just recently got into it, and have been binging the first few seasons. Interesting storylines, smart character development, very intelligent dialogue.

Any fans have recommendations of similar shows?

AMC+ has launched in Australia, comes with a 7 day free trial and then $8.99/month after that, it's meant to be linked with Amazon Prime but that app is a POS. Looks like you can subscribe directly through your Apple TV if you have one of those, I just asked Siri to show me Comedy Bang Bang and Scott's beautiful face appeared.

Is anybody else here from Australia and planning on watching the new ABC comedy show Preppers?

https://iview.abc.net.au/show/preppers

More information

https://help.abc.net.au/hc/en-us/articles/4407904059663-The-end-is-nigh-New-ABC-comedy-Preppers-premieres-in-November

This film comes from a land down under, where beer does flow and a village in the countryside continually causes fatal car crashes in order to sustain their own twisted economy while also keeping any survivors captive and lobotomised in a creepy mental asylum, and men chunder.

What is it with Australia and car carnage? George Miller’s seminal action series Mad Max inevitably speeds to the forefront of the mind, but look down the road, there’s also the likes of Backroads, The FJ Holden and Stone, to name a few. Before all of these came The Cars That Ate Paris, which can take a large chunk of the credit for igniting the fascination with cars and vehicular mayhem in the Australian New Wave. The reckless playfulness of the town’s youth, who pimp their rides in a very punky fashion, absolutely feels like a warm up for Mel Gibson’s post-apocalyptic road rage. The spiky Volkswagon takes the cake. It was modelled after a Spiny Anteater and was featured on the film’s now iconic poster, and in one image sums up the bizarre but threatening presence of this movement.

A timid mouse of a man named Arthur, played by Napoleon Bonaparte, is involved in an unexpected car accident that kills his brother and travelling companion. He was already a bit aimless in life and now that he is suffering from the shock, Arthur is slowly indoctrinated into the weird town called Paris. It is revealed that the locals’ entire lives are funded by these accidents, which of course are no accidents at all. The cars are plundered and sold for scrap. Personal belongings are pawned off. Some residents even use broken parts to create art. All the while, most survivors are shepherded into the asylum, where the dodgy doctor operates in whichever ways he sees fit. Fearful and threatened, Arthur’s phobia of cars keeps him trapped in this nightmare, constantly surrounded by the manic young motorheads and the anxiety-inducing graveyard of vehicles.

The film is an early work from director Peter Weir, many years before he would head over to Hollywood and bring us some fantastic movies such as Students Standing On Tables, Harrison Ford raising a barn with a creepy young Aragorn, and Jim Carrey repeatedly greeting us a good morning, evening and night. The Cars that ate Paris is not as polished as those later films by design. The whole picture reeks of a renegade vibe, but with enough competence and experience behind the camera that it does not feel rough or amateurish.

The opening to the film a

It wasn't a small or obscure movie. I'm unsure of the spelling of 'vivianne.'

https://www.bitchute . com/video/G8mrCqLQBAmW/

There were these recurring sketches where this man would go to different places- coffee shop, library, Home Depot, public parks, amusement parks and all he would do was yell about everything having unbelievable prices. Some lines I heard often were “bargains”, “I’m walking straight out the door”, etc. In the amusement park, after riding a roller coaster he pretended like he was going to throw up and said “my intestines are walking right out the door” In the episode where he’s in a public place, he takes a photo with a bunch of Asian tourists and they all shout “bargains”

EDIT: wow that was quick. The chaser’s wars on everything: crazy warehouse guy

Starts off with some construction workers doing road works or something when one of them (50's, gruff) isnt feeling to well. The other are like "hey (name like frank or Steve) are you alright?" And the guy is like "it's my period" and they are all super supportive getting him a chair and giving him tips and fussing over him.

Randomly stumbled upon this show and I’m loving it. I have laughed out loud so many times. I highly recommend this show to anyone looking for a comedy series. There are 7 seasons and I’m currently on season 3. Anyone else watched this one?

This film comes from a land down under, where beer does flow and a village in the countryside continually causes fatal car crashes in order to sustain their own twisted economy while also keeping any survivors captive and lobotomised in a creepy mental asylum, and men chunder.

What is it with Australia and car carnage? George Miller’s seminal action series Mad Max inevitably speeds to the forefront of the mind, but look down the road, there’s also the likes of Backroads, The FJ Holden and Stone, to name a few. Before all of these came The Cars That Ate Paris, which can take a large chunk of the credit for igniting the fascination with cars and vehicular mayhem in the Australian New Wave. The reckless playfulness of the town’s youth, who pimp their rides in a very punky fashion, absolutely feels like a warm up for Mel Gibson’s post-apocalyptic road rage. The spiky Volkswagon takes the cake. It was modelled after a Spiny Anteater and was featured on the film’s now iconic poster, and in one image sums up the bizarre but threatening presence of this movement.

A timid mouse of a man named Arthur, played by Napoleon Bonaparte, is involved in an unexpected car accident that kills his brother and travelling companion. He was already a bit aimless in life and now that he is suffering from the shock, Arthur is slowly indoctrinated into the weird town called Paris. It is revealed that the locals’ entire lives are funded by these accidents, which of course are no accidents at all. The cars are plundered and sold for scrap. Personal belongings are pawned off. Some residents even use broken parts to create art. All the while, most survivors are shepherded into the asylum, where the dodgy doctor operates in whichever ways he sees fit. Fearful and threatened, Arthur’s phobia of cars keeps him trapped in this nightmare, constantly surrounded by the manic young motorheads and the anxiety-inducing graveyard of vehicles.

The film is an early work from director Peter Weir, many years before he would head over to Hollywood and bring us some fantastic movies such as Students Standing On Tables, Harrison Ford raising a barn with a creepy young Aragorn, and Jim Carrey repeatedly greeting us a good morning, evening and night. The Cars that ate Paris is not as polished as those later films by design. The whole picture reeks of a renegade vibe, but with enough competence and experience behind the camera that it does not feel rough or amateurish.

The opening to the film a

This film comes from a land down under, where beer does flow and a village in the countryside continually causes fatal car crashes in order to sustain their own twisted economy while also keeping any survivors captive and lobotomised in a creepy mental asylum, and men chunder.

What is it with Australia and car carnage? George Miller’s seminal action series Mad Max inevitably speeds to the forefront of the mind, but look down the road, there’s also the likes of Backroads, The FJ Holden and Stone, to name a few. Before all of these came The Cars That Ate Paris, which can take a large chunk of the credit for igniting the fascination with cars and vehicular mayhem in the Australian New Wave. The reckless playfulness of the town’s youth, who pimp their rides in a very punky fashion, absolutely feels like a warm up for Mel Gibson’s post-apocalyptic road rage. The spiky Volkswagon takes the cake. It was modelled after a Spiny Anteater and was featured on the film’s now iconic poster, and in one image sums up the bizarre but threatening presence of this movement.

A timid mouse of a man named Arthur, played by Napoleon Bonaparte, is involved in an unexpected car accident that kills his brother and travelling companion. He was already a bit aimless in life and now that he is suffering from the shock, Arthur is slowly indoctrinated into the weird town called Paris. It is revealed that the locals’ entire lives are funded by these accidents, which of course are no accidents at all. The cars are plundered and sold for scrap. Personal belongings are pawned off. Some residents even use broken parts to create art. All the while, most survivors are shepherded into the asylum, where the dodgy doctor operates in whichever ways he sees fit. Fearful and threatened, Arthur’s phobia of cars keeps him trapped in this nightmare, constantly surrounded by the manic young motorheads and the anxiety-inducing graveyard of vehicles.

The film is an early work from director Peter Weir, many years before he would head over to Hollywood and bring us some fantastic movies such as Students Standing On Tables, Harrison Ford raising a barn with a creepy young Aragorn, and Jim Carrey repeatedly greeting us a good morning, evening and night. The Cars that ate Paris is not as polished as those later films by design. The whole picture reeks of a renegade vibe, but with enough competence and experience behind the camera that it does not feel rough or amateurish.

The opening to the film a