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Like many Trenchard-Smith films, this is fast, well modulated, and economically devised. The central narrative device is a simple communications gadget (the "walkie-talkie") linking every character—including the cops and the bad guys. In its confident mixture of local detail with an international, generic form, BMX Bandits is among Australia's best teen movies.

A feast of kitsch and gaudy colour, set to the tune of an 80s synth soundtrack, the film plays like a G-rated music video. And Trenchard-Smith maintaining a buzzing energy throughout.

Trenchard-Smith, a master at condescending to his audience, clearly diluted Hagg and Edgeworth’s already toothless concept... the kids can’t act, the adults are constantly bonking into each other like overgrown children, and when the going gets tough, everyone scolds everyone else that “life’s not fair.”

Half of the fun of watching BMX Bandits in 2011 is the parade of ridiculously garish outfits, bikes, and colors that just don't exist anymore in the twenty-first century... BMX Bandits is a supremely fun ninety minutes...

The film’s no great shakes; it’s a Down Under Goonies wannabe about three wisecracking kids shredding on their bikes as they’re chased by bungling bank robbers. But the baby-faced Kidman is easily the best thing in it.

The plot is far too silly to explain, involving oyster-picking, a gang of the most spectacularly inept crooks in the world, a hidden stash of police walkie-talkies and loads and loads of stunt biking. The dialogue tries for arch innuendo but, in the mouths of three teens, comes across as rather creepy instead.