Australia

Cast: Hugh
Jackman, Nicole Kidman, Brandon Walters Directed by
Baz Luhrmann Running
time: 2hrs 45minutes
"Australia" shows all the signs of having been a
labour of
love for director Baz Luhrmann. One problem: It's his love, and hard labour for
the audience. A mixture of horrendously bad acting, convenient plot turns and
politically correct sentimentality, the film has more endings than the third
"Lord of the Rings" film and clocks in at nearly three hours and it
feels even longer. Luhrmann aims for epic scope and ends up with pretty
pictures. He veers from earnest drama to brisk comedy and then tries to hold it
together with awkward voiceover narration. Within five minutes,
"Australia" seems headed for trouble. Unfortunately it gets there and
stays there. Luhrmann develops a bad habit in "Australia": He
keeps
insisting his audience feel emotions his picture simply can't incite. When he
wants a warm feeling, he has composer Dave Hirschfelder (well done on missing
out on this bilge Mr. Craig Armstrong) crank up the violins. When he wants to
indicate triumph, out comes the horn section. Sometimes he'll show a character
getting all choked up - before we even see what the character is looking at.
Yet with all that prodding, "Australia" never connects. It's too dizzy
and zany to be taken seriously, too self-serious to be taken comically, and too
safely in the realm of the magical to make us ever really fear for the
characters' safety. The magical element comes by way of an Aborigine witch doctor, who keeps
constant watch over the main characters from a nearby mountain. No matter where
the characters travel, by car or horse, there's always a mountain for this
geezer, who shows up on his own and always arrives on time. If there's danger,
if things seem really hopeless, he's the handyman, always ready with an
appropriate spell. Whenever the cattle are about to stampede - or some villain
is pointing his gun - count to 10 and watch as the camera pans up the mountain
and the old man goes into his dance. The first time he saves the day
establishes the pattern. From then on "Australia" loses all sense of
threat.
The action is set in the northern part of the country
in the early days
of World War II. Nicole Kidman plays Lady Sarah, a wealthy and very proper
Englishwoman who inherits an Australian cattle ranch. Kidman rolls out all the
English cliches she can think of for this role, playing Sarah as repressed and
snooty, walking stiffly, as though in a constant comic tizzy. She's a figure of
farce, very like a supporting stuffed shirt in an Oscar Wilde play, and
considering that Sarah is intended to be the leading lady, it's a bizarre
choice on Kidman's part. In truth, Kidman has never seemed so lost in a role. Couldn't Luhrmann
tell she was drowning? This is a fine actress. Couldn't he help her? Likewise,
never has Kidman, a screen beauty, ever looked so unappealing onscreen, caught
in a triangulation between an absurd characterisation, an unflattering
hairstyle and ugly clothing. Why didn't Luhrmann look out for her? Why did he
leave her twisting in the Australian wind? He especially owed her special consideration, knowing he was placing her
in the same frame with Hugh Jackman, who, as an Australian cowboy, has never
looked better in his life - and his life before this wasn't so bad, either.
It's not uncommon for beautiful actresses to inspire hushed awe in audiences,
but with actors, it's rare. But Jackman has several close-ups in
"Australia" in which the whole flick seems to stop, as everyone in
the cinema is supposed to stop breathing and stare at this guy, as though he
were Greta Garbo. Or Michelangelo's David. Or a solar eclipse.
The main action of "Australia" - or at least the
first part of
it - involves Sarah, as the newly minted cattle baron moving her livestock
across the country. To that end, she hires Drover (Jackman), who doesn't like
her at first, because that's how it usually works in the movies. (People never
like each other at first.) Among the others along for the ride is Nullah
(Brandon Walters), a half-Aborigine boy, who narrates the film. He narrates it,
even though he's in no position to tell some of the stories he extrapolates.
Maybe the witch doctor tells him. That's his grandfather. A distinction should be made. "Australia" is not an inept
piece of filmmaking. Walk into the film and watch any two minutes, and it will
seem like a fine picture. It is well made, in the sense that it's a completely
realised expression ... but of a misbegotten vision. Luhrmann had an idea to
portray Australia as a barnstorming, rollicking, rip-roaring country, but it
all comes off effortful and tiresome. He had an idea to portray the nobility of
the Aborigines, and he does to a degree, but the treatment comes across as
careful and worshipful. Finally, he had an idea to show how beautiful Australia
can be, but then he forgot to integrate these images into some statement or
feeling about the soul of the place. It's the saddest thing in film - the saddest thing in art - when this
kind of thing happens. Luhrmann made the picture he wanted to make. It just
wasn't worth the effort.
(Geordie translation below)

Director: Ridley ScottScreenwriters: William Monahan /based on the novel by David Ignatius Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio (Roger Ferris), Russell Crowe (Ed Hoffman), Mark Strong (Hani Pasha),
Golshifteh Farahani (Aisha), Oscar Isaac (Bassam), Simon McBurney (Garland), Alon Aboutboul (Al-Saleem), Ali Suliman (Omar
Sadiki), Kais Nashif (Mustafa Karami), Jameel Khoury (Marwan), Lubna Azabal (Aisha's Sister Cala); Running time: 2 hrs 6 min.
No surprise here, it's more standard fare from the once sublime Ridley Scott ("Alien"/"Blade Runner"/Gladiator"/"American
Gangster "/"Black Hawk Down") as he helms a lightweight action pic that aims for surface thrills in lieu of ideas, comes to
no clear point and offers a host of characters who are difficult to care about unless you're into people who lie or are in
denial about what they are all about. It's based on the 2007 novel by David Ignatius, a columnist for the Washington Post,
and is conventionally adapted to the screen by William Monahan.
Wily, high-strung, earnest, Arabic speaking CIA operative
Roger Ferris (Leonardo DiCaprio), stationed in the Middle East, is assigned by his cunning, untrustworthy and pragmatic immediate
boss, the chubby, crude and antagonistic self-satisfied Washington-based desk-warrior Ed Hoffman (Russell Crowe), who skirts
the law in his zeal to defend national security, to track down Islamic terrorists involved in the recent bombings of civilians
and to possibly prevent another bombing. Ed's self-righteous, cynical philosophy is that the ends justify the means and that
no one is innocent. The hands-on always snappy hungry boss keeps regular tabs on his field agents by satellite and the laptop,
and even by cellphone while tending to personal business such as taking his son to school or his daughter to a football match
- cue Glasgow Celtic on the telly!). Rewarded with a promotion as the Agency's top dog in Jordan (though still stationed at
Langley), the gung-ho workaholic Ed compromises his relationship with the suave but brutal Jordanian intelligence head Hani
(the supreme Mark Strong) when he tries to snatch his Arabic operative informer Karami to work for the CIA. Hani is all for
the partnership with the Americans, but tells Ferris it's over if he lies to him. Ferris doesn't tell Hani that he concocted
a plan to nab one of the world's most dangerous terrorists, the Islamic extremist mastermind Al-Saleeem (Alon Aboutboul, an
Israeli actor), linked to a rash of suicide bombings in Europe. Since the terrorists are aware that the CIA can track them
through cellphones, they have ceased their chatter. Thereby the resourceful Ed has the CIA contracted computer genius Garland
(Simon McBurney) create a phony competing terrorist organization and make an innocent minor terrorist figure, a pious Muslim
more interested in the money than the cause, a successful Dubai architect (Ali Suliman), the unwitting head. With that, Ferris
finds his credibility is now questioned by Hani, since the partner was left out in the cold and discovers the truth the hard
way. Ferris has also now placed the lives of his friends and colleagues at risk. When Ferris goes to an Amman clinic for rabies
shots, he's attracted to beautiful Iranian nurse Aisha (Golshifteh Farahani) and she invites him to dinner to meet her older
sister for approval to date. Soon the innocent nurse becomes part of the political intrigue. What it all
amounts to, is the filmmaker telling us the agents on the ground know more about what's going down with the terrorists than
their arsehole superiors in Washington and that the Washington bureaucrats are mostly motivated by political concerns and
blind personal ambitions. In other words, the War on Terror is being messed up by lies told by the so-called good guys, that
the know-nothing Washington bureaucrats are inept, and the ones best suited for spy work, the risk-taking field operatives,
are being left in the lurch by the incompetents who only talk a good game. The plot-heavy
film throws together too many half-baked ideas, offers mostly clunky ideology as readily as one might be served cous cous
in a Middle East restaurant and does not have the conviction to see things clearly through that it brings up about the conflicted
War on Terrorism, as Scott can't decide just where he's going with this overlong and overstuffed topical thriller. It just
moves along from Iraq, Turkey, Syria, Jordan, Dubai, England, Amsterdam, Washington D.C. and Langley, and there always seems
to be a gunfight, torture, or fireball explosion to keep you mindlessly entertained. Though weak
on political analysis, the loud explosions should keep you awake. There's also a picture stealing catchy performance by Mark
Strong, a winsome sweet one by Golshifteh Farahani, a diverting twisty intense one by a bearded DiCaprio and a creepy unfunny
comic relief one by Crowe (who put on some 6 stone/50 pounds to play the supporting part of a dirtbag CIA bigwig and sports
a strong Arkansas accent). It's a war flick for our times, that rails against lies but only lies to us about what it believes
(which could be part of its cynical theme, of not to trust anyone). It serves up cyberspace as the battlefield of the New
World. But don't expect too much more than good location shots, good action sequences and a well-crafted film (which makes
it entertaining enough for someone like me, who never expected much more). Just don't ask me what the hero actually believes
in or what the film was really trying to say, as I'm left with the impression that Ferris is willing to chuck his career more
for a hotty nurse than over a political belief and that Ed, the film's heavy, the manipulative opposite of Ferris, merely
reflects a simplistic superpower attitude that the Middle East is a scummy place that just happens to be valuable because
it has oil but otherwise is a place that America should dump on.

Here's an
idea for a Director's Cut/Re-shoot. Ridley 'Geordie' Scott should ditch his pretensions and re-shoot the film as "Body Of
Lads" in Tyneside. Cast Rodney Bewes as Ferris (based on his Likely Lads persona Bob Ferris) with the well-known pudder James
Bolam as Terry "Collier" Hoffman, Their legendary real-life huff could be brought into sharp focus as Ferris confronts his
nemesis gaffer outside the notorious Fat Ox terrorist cell with "Why aye man Collier - yeer a reet fat bastard man!" to which
Hoffman responds by clouting him over the head with a Newcastle Brown bottle (empty) to the strains of 'Oh what happened to
you.. whatever happened to me.. what became of the people.. we used to be?" Ee that would be canny Ridley man.
Complete Geordie Translation of the above full review of "Body Of Lies"!>
Man, it's mare standard fare from oor Ridley Scott ("alien"/"blyed runner"/gladiator"/"american
gangstor "/"black hawk doon") as he helms a lightweeet action pic that aims fo' surface thrills in lieu iv ideas, comes tuh
nar na cleor point an' offers a host iv characters whe are difficult tuh care abyeut unless yas intee people whe lie or are
in denial abyeut wot the' are aaal abyeut.
It's based on the 2007 neevel by David Ignatius, a columnist fo' the
washington post, an' is conventionally adapted tuh the screen by william monahan. wily, high-strung, earnest, arabic speakin
cia operative rogor ferris (leonardo dicaprio), stationed in the middle east, is assigned by eez cunnin, untrustworthy an'
pragmatic immediate boss, the chubby, crude an' antagonistic self-satisfeed washington-based desk-warrior ed hoffman (russell
crowe), whe skirts the laaw in eez zeal tuh defend national security, tuh track doon islamic terrorists involved in the recent
bombings iv civilians an' tuh possibly prevent anuthor bombin. ed's self-righteous, cynical philosophy is that the ends justify
the means an' that nar na yen is daft. the hands-on elwis snappy hungry boss keeps regular tabs on eez field agents by satellite
an' the laptop, an' evon by cellphone while tendin tuh personal business sich as takin eez bonnie lad tuh schyeul or eez dowta
tuh a fyeutbaaal match - cue glasga celtic on the telly!). rewarded wi' a promotion as the agency's top doog in jordan (though
still stationed at langley), the gung-ho workaholic ed compromises eez relationship wi' the suev but brutal jordanian intelligence
heed hani (the supreme mark strong) when he tries tuh snatch eez arabic operative informor karami tuh wark fo' the cia. hani
is aaal fo' the partnership wi' the americans, but tells ferris it's owor if he lees tuh him. ferris doesnay tell hani that
he concocted a plan tuh nab yen iv the world's most dangeroos terrorists, the islamic extremist mastermind al-saleeem (alon
aboutboul, an israeli actor), linked tuh a rash iv suicide bombings in europe. since the terrorists are aware that the cia
gan track them throo cellphones, the' hev ceased their chattor. thereby the resourceful ed hez the cia contracted computor
genius garland (simon mcburney) create a phony competin terrorist organization an' myek an daft minor terrorist figure, a
pious muslim mare interested in the brass than the cause, a successful dubai architect (ali suliman), the unwittin heed.
Wi' that,
ferris finds eez credibility is neeo questioned by hani, since the partnor wes left yeut in the starvation an' discovers the
truth the hard wa. ferris hez also neeo placed the lives iv eez friends an' colleagues at risk. when ferris goes tuh an amman
clinic fo' rabies shots, he's attracted tuh bonny iranian neerse aisha (golshifteh farahani) an' she invites him tuh dinnor
tuh meet hor oldor sistor fo' approval tuh date. soon the daft neerse becomes part iv the political intrigue. what it aaal
amounts tuh, is the filmmukkor tellin wor the agents on the groond knar mare abyeut what's ganin doon wi' the terrorists than
their arsehole superiors in washington an' that the washington bureaucrats are mostly motivated by political concerns an'
blind personal ambitions. in othor words, the war on terror is bein messed up by lees telt by the so-called canny lads, that
the know-nothin washington bureaucrats are inept, an' the ones best suited fo' spy wark, the risk-takin field operatives,
are bein left in the lurch by the incompetents whe anny crack a canny gyem. the plot-heavy film throws togethor an' aaal many
half-baked ideas, offers mostly clunky ideology as readily as yen meet be served cous cous in a middle east restaurant an'
does neet hev the conviction tuh see things clearly throo that it brings up abyeut the conflicted war on terrorism, as scott
cannit decide just wheor he's ganin wi' this overlang an' overstuffed topical thrillor. it just moves alang from iraq, turkey,
syria, jordan, dubai, england, amsterdam, washington d.c. an' langley, an' thor elwis seems tuh be a gunfeet, torture, or
firebaal explosion tuh keep yee mindlessly entertained. though weak on political analysis, the loud explosions shud keep yee
awyck. thor's also a picture stealin catchy performance by mark strang, a winsum sweet yen by golshifteh farahani, a divertin
twisty intense yen by a bearded dicaprio an' a creepy unfunny comic relief yen by crowe (who put on sum 6 stone/50 pounds
tuh laik the supportin part iv a dirtbag cia bigwig an' sports a strang arkansas accent). it's a war flick fo' wor times,
that rails against lees but anny lees tuh wor abyeut wot it believes (which cud be part iv its cynical theme, iv neet tuh
trust anyone). it serves up cyberspace as the battlefield iv the new warld. but divvint expect an' aaal mich mare than canny
location shots, canny action sequences an' a well-crafted film (which makes it entertainin enough fo' we's leek wor, whe nivvor
expected mich more). just divvint ax wor wot the hero actually believes in or wot the film wes deed tryin tuh sa, as ahm left
wi' the impression that ferris is willin tuh chuck eez careor mare fo' a hotty neerse than owor a political belief an' that
ed, the film's heavy, the manipulative opposite iv ferris, merely reflects a simplistic superpowor attitude that the middle
east is a scummy place that just happens tuh be valuyeble cos it hez oil but otherwise is a place that america shud dump on.
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