
Clocking in at short 75 minutes, Zeremes’ film tells the story, not surprisingly, of Burke and Wills, who meet as the movie begins (and share their names with a pair of doomed Australian explorers), when Wills takes a room in Burke’s house. Wills, who just turned 30, is an awkwardly winning bundle of nervous energy, though most of that energy is expended through chatter rather than movement. He’s unemployed, and has a long-term girlfriend whose mother -- calling Wills “a leech” -- has just kicked him out of her house. Wills’ most appealing trait is his jittery warmth. He seems to care very little how people respond to him, as long as they let him take up space nearby, and listen to him talk. Through his early, drunken verbal essays, we learn that Wills would like to be someone -- and somewhere -- else, though whether he’s got the energy or motivation to make his desires a reality is another thing entirely. He’s not, however, unhappy, just a bit wistful. After all, he thinks: Who wouldn’t want to be Spanish?