I loafed around art college and played in bands with names like The Goat That Went ‘Om’ and The Slugfuckers during 1979 and 1980, the years Bruce Beresford’s Breaker Morant was filmed, released and hailed as “an Australian film for the whole world to admire”. No wonder I missed the movie the first time around. What self-respecting proto-artist and post-punk would have handed over a twentieth of his student allowance that week to see what he would have laughed off as a beautifully-packaged apology for slouch-hatted soldiers who killed prisoners of war? Which is still how I think of the…