There is something quite creepily unremarkable about the basic, fairly odious, premise of this drama. That is the fact that a wealthy and influential Australian senator (Arthur Dignam) has a penchant for schoolboys in their later teens, and so sends his Rolls Royce to fetch them from class so that they can come and entertain him. His chauffeur “Eric” (Dennis Miller) is entirely complicit in these activities, as - it would appear - are some of his teachers when the latest conquest (Mark Lee) is summoned. Now there is no suggestion of violence here, he is quite willing to trade his ass for what he perceives will be a life of luxury. What he doesn’t quite figure out, though, is that he is no “Dorian Gray” and as his youth fades, so does his marketability. Fortunately for him he is cute in more ways than one and so also befriends a kinky High Court judge (John Meillon) and the son of his lover (Paul Goddard) so he hopes he has done enough to insulate himself from being moved on, especially when the senator’s wife (Heather Mitchell) tires of him and becomes suspicious of his influence on her son. The story is seamy from the start; the dialogue is nothing special and the production actually reminded me of that “Return to Eden” mini-series from 1983. What is noticeable here is the very natural effort from Lee. He seems entirely comfortable in his character’s skin and he quite unnervingly sails through this drama playing the game for all it’s worth as he tries to King Canute the ageing process. It’s a fairly cynical drama about manipulation and desire, but I found it to be quite a bit better than I was expecting.
