I donít know what to make of Shirley Barrettís second feature, Walk the Talk. Itís about a loser named Joey (Coco Salvatore) whose buoyant self-esteem comes from attending motivational self-help seminars, and his local evangelical church. The latterís where he met Bonita (Sacha Horler), paralysed in a car accident. Joey fell in love with Bonita because he thought her a sad case. Now that sheís gotten her compensation payout, sheís an interest-free source of funds. He takes her money to start a talent agency, solely to woo a washed-up club singer (Nikki Bennett).This is the bleakest, most depressing film about following your dreams that Iíve ever seen. Writer/director Barrett, working with cinematographer Mandy Walker and production designer Steven Jones-Evans, has created a rich Gold Coast setting that seems conducive to producing desperate, deluded characters. The tackiness also gives the film a welcome hint of satire. Itís something viewers can connect with, since thereís nothing in the characters to relate to.I had no fun watching Joey pursue his fantasies. By the end of the film, I despised him instead.