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.
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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
Russell Crowe was attached as the lead during pre-production. He left when 20th Century Fox executives tried to stay within budget by reducing Crowe's salary. See more »
In the various newspaper stories, particularly the one about the Never-Never, there are a number of repeated paragraphs. 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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