My Year Without Sex

Synopsis: Natalie and Ross struggle to stay in the middle class in a Melbourne suburb, with their likable son and daughter, 12 and 7. Their lives are upended one August day when Natalie faints during a routine medical checkup: it's an aneurysm followed by major surgery, convalescence, and a doctor's advice to avoid heavy lifting, straining on the toilet, stifled sneezes, and orgasms. Over the next year, we watch the family in vignettes, one each month: domestic frustrations, a tempting colleague, Christmas, a pet fish, a holiday, a church choir and conversations about God, a chicken hawk, a birthday party, football games, and fears that another aneurysm is just a sneeze away.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Director(s): Sarah Watt
Production: Strand Releasing
  1 win & 4 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
96 min


It's Dad's birthday.

Happy birthday, Dad!


Oh, bugger!

Happy birthday.

I'm sorry

I don't actually speak phone plan.

Do you mind if I put you on hold?

Where's my shirt?

No, no, no. That's fine.

I can't find anything.

All the time in the world.


What are you wearing?

It's Casual Clothes Day, Mum.

Georgia gave it to me.

I didn't know what to wear.

- Sweetheart...

- What?

Don't speak with your mouth full.

Good luck.

You can't wear that.

Why not?

One of our operators

will be with you as soon as they can...

You'll freeze.

Thanks for holding.

You're very beautiful, Kylie.


uBHP - 39.95. Resource Pacific - 5.96/u

uand Rio Tinto - 103.98./u

uIn the retail sector: Coles

advanced to 15.49. Woolworths to 18.62.../u

Happy birthday.

Oh... Ross gets chocolate.

I can't believe you've got nits again.

I'm sorry.

Good one, Ruby.

It's nobody's fault.

It's your turn, Louis.

What's that noise?

- Hello?

- Will you leave my ring tones alone?

Hi, Dad.

She's just doing Louis's big tits.

Big nits!

I said big nits.

No, you didn't.

Swear jar! Ah! Oh!

Come on boys, let's go.

Firm wrist and a hard fist.

I found this site on the internet

of people having sex with animals.


Snakes, dogs, a horse.


Come on, faster.

Pick it up.

The footy's on!

Paris Hilton's in it! She's hot!

It's not scary or anything.

I'm not scared. The footy's on!

Blake, leave it alone.

No, no, no.

No don't! They'll lose!

They're losers anyway, you gooby giant.

Oh my God. I can't believe

you guys only have one television.

All right, all right,

settle down.

"Adult themes.

Medium level violence.


Occasional coarse language.

uMA-15 plus. "/u

Chloe's four.

I don't think her mum,

or your mum, or your mum,

would want you watching this.

Winona gave it to Blake.

Your daughter wants to go home.


Is she texting you from the lounge room?

I can't believe she's 12 already.

I can't believe she's only 12.

Every time I look at her

I feel like I need to get implants.

They're watching Jaws.

Oh, great. We'll have Ruby

in our bed for a week.

We'll save on swimming lessons.

Kids! Come on, hurry up.

Louis, Ruby, quickly.

Quick sticks, hop in.

Found them.

They say boys do better

in co-ed schools,

but girls do better in single-sex schools.

Well, I've sent my boys

to a private boys' school.

God knows why.

Values. Safety.

I guess you'd lock them

in a small room if you could.

And it makes no difference.

I see as many pregnancies and STDs

from the private schools

as the local techs.


One Pap test all done.


Anything else I can help you with today?

Jesus. Sorry.


Toilet breaks?

Why do they need

all this ridiculous information?


- M.C.R. This is Rosie Singh.

What's this...

Ross, outside call.


Natalie, do you know where you are?


That's right, you're in intensive care.

Do you know how you got here?

My mum only had to look at my dad.

Oh yes, she was so lucky.

The ambulance right there.

The doctor right there.

Then the surgeon, who's the best in the

country for aneurysms was right here.

He was all scrubbed up for

another operation that fell through.

I better go. Bye.

Every player on the ground is heading...

to that bounce down.

It's a dangerous spot!


The margin is three points.

Kayla's Mum took me to dancing class.

Dad was late picking me up.

Chloe pushed Kayla over

when she said dancing was boring.

I'm going to Eve's party.

It's a fairy...

I'd like to see it again.

Did the Skipper initiate

the contact or did White?

Beyond the 30 minute mark of

the last quarter...

with both teams playing

for their seasons.

Jeff White.

Can I have my birthday there

when I'm eight?

It's okay. Come here.

Mum's just sleeping.




Hey, she'll be fine.

We'll be fine.

There's always next season.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah. They're just as likely

to decide to paint the whole place pink

and the first thing we'll know about

it's a bill for thousands of dollars.

Last time I missed one,

because her Ladyship wanted a holiday...

now we live on the Gold Coast,

for Christ sakes. Life is a holiday.

Where was I?

Last time you missed

a body corp meeting.



Yeah... No... It's a train wreck really.

I mean even if Nat's okay,

her job's already gone.

She can't drive.

I can't take any more time off work.


restructuring, whatever that means.

I don't really know...

what we're going to do.


It's okay to cry.

Are they offering packages?

If they are,

you should take the money and leave.

Set up a little consultancy.

Hire yourself back to them

at twice the rate.

You can claim your mortgage

as a tax deduction, your expenses.

Practically everything.

It was the best thing I ever did.

Time's my own.

Nah. Yeah.

When you woke up,

we were going to pretend

that ten years had gone by,

and Uncle Ross had married again

and he was bald.

uAnd I had a baby when I was 15./u

And Louis was gay.


- Blake, go and do something.

- What?

Can we have something?

There's enough here.

Can you take them?


So how does it happen?

It's ah, an artery that balloons,

and then bursts in your head.

But how?

Maybe born with it. Maybe the pill.

Smoking. Stress.

- Shitty luck.

- Stress.

- I did smoke.

- Yeah, but who didn't?

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Sarah Watt

Sarah Ann Watt (30 August 1958 – 4 November 2011) was an Australian film director, writer and animator. Born in Sydney, Watt completed a Graduate Diploma of Film and Television (Animation) at the Swinburne Film and Television School (now Victorian College of the Arts), Melbourne in 1990. Her student film "Catch of the Day" was to reflect the style of future work. In 1995, she directed a short film, Small Treasures, which won Best Short Film at the Venice Film Festival. In 2000, she made a program for the SBS series Swim Between the Flags called "Local Dive". It was made concurrently with another project that she was directing called "The Way of the Birds" based on the 1996 book of the same name by author Meme McDonald. She received the Australian Film Institute's award for Best Director for her 2005 film Look Both Ways.Watt returned to the Victorian College of the Arts School of Film and Television to teach animation and was to assist in the development of many animators including Academy Award winner Adam Eliot in 1996. Watt was instrumental in the development of scripts for all of her students, but left the School to further develop her own projects, returning on occasion as a script and final production assessor. Watt was also a published author, she wrote and illustrated the picture book Clem Always Could and co-authored Worse Things Happen at Sea with William McInnes.During the post-production of Look Both Ways, Watt was diagnosed with cancer. Her second film My Year Without Sex was released in 2009. She died on 4 November 2011 after suffering for six years with breast and bone cancer, aged 53.Sarah Watt was married to actor William McInnes. They have two children, Clem (b. 1993) and Stella (b. 1998). more…

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