Set in northern Australia before World War II, an English aristocrat who inherits a sprawling ranch reluctantly pacts with a stock-man in order to protect her new property from a takeover plot. As the pair drive 2,000 head of cattle over unforgiving landscape, they experience the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by Japanese forces firsthand.
In northern Australia at the beginning of World War II, an English aristocrat inherits a cattle station the size of Maryland. When English cattle barons plot to take her land, she reluctantly joins forces with a rough-hewn stock-man to drive 2,000 head of cattle across hundreds of miles of the country's most unforgiving land, only to still face the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by the Japanese forces that had attacked Pearl Harbor only months earlier. Written by
This film's opening prologue states: "After the bombing of Pearl Harbour on the 7th December 1941, the Imperial Japanese Navy steamed south, unleashing their fire on Darwin, a city in the Northern Territory of Australia. 'The Territory' was a land of crocodiles, cattle barons and warrior chiefs where adventure and romance was a way of life. It was also a place where Aboriginal children of mixed-race were taken by force from their families and trained for service in white society. These children became known as the Stolen Generations." See more »
In the first "tent" scene between Drover, Sarah, and the Aboriginal stockmen, Drover speaks to Sarah while cleaning his teeth. His toothbrush has dark bristles in the center, white bristles around the outside, and a pointed end. In 1939, toothbrushes were rectangular, with white bristles. See more »
My grandfather, King George, he take'em me walkabout, teach me black fella way. Grandfather teach'em me most important lesson of all. Tell'em story. That day I down the billabong. King George, he teach me how to catch'em fish using magic song. See, I not black fella. I not white fella either. Them white fellas call me mixed-blood, half-caste, creamy. I belong to no one.
That day I see'em them white fellas. They were pushing them cheeky bulls across the river onto Carney land.
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Not sure if the making of this film was a cynical money-grubbing craft of old Hollywood genre clichés stitched together in soul-less fashion to try to evoke cheap emotional responses -- or if it is simply ineptitude. But this film is one shameful P.O.S. This felt less like an attempt to convey important themes and messages, more to manipulate an audience in ham-handed fashion. The treatment is artificial to the point of predictable, phony and Disney-esquire. I stayed to the end, but felt that I'd been ripped off by the filmmaker intent on making a buck, not to make a great film. A shame, I am a fan of Jackman and Kidman. Their acting was fine, the fault lies with the script and director.
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