God bless Baz Luhrmann. There are few directorial talents with the energetic potential he brings to his projects. Danny Boyle comes to mind. On good days, Fernando Meirelles does as well. But one thing each of these filmmakers capitalizes on through their complicated sense of visual storytelling is the power of intimacy in the scripts they set out to film.
Somehow, Baz Luhrmann forgot about that. Not that he wouldn’t be capable of tacking a project as ambitious as “Australia,” but at least right now, it has proven to be simply too much movie for the filmmaker at this stage in his career.
Visceral satisfaction it has. Larger than life characterizations are its forté. If you’re willing to let it, you’ll probably be swept off your feet. But somewhere in the ambition, Luhrmann loses a grip on his own talents, producing something that is a considerable mess.
“Australia” is really two movies smashed together. The 165-minute run time becomes taxing if only because each thread is so haphazardly meshed with the other. It is all the more ironic considering the film is, at heart, about the power of storytelling.
The first half details the arrival of Lady Sarah Ashley (Nicole Kidman) to the Outback and her husband’s property at Faraway Downs. She comes to the territory with a mind to sell off the land and bring her husband back home to England, but soon discovers the wicked and thieving ways of local beef baron King Carney (Bryan Brown) and his flunky Neil Fletcher (David Wenham).
There to meet her at the boat in the seaside burg of Darwin is the Drover (Hugh Jackman), a rough-and-tumble cowboy cut from the same cloth as Clint Eastwood’s many characterizations. (Drovers move livestock across large distances, real cattle drive type stuff.) A blue collar guy to say the least, with an impeccable physique that Luhrmann never shies away from displaying (and never fails to leave one feeling the need to do a few crunches), the Drover works with and lives among the indigenous peoples of the country: the Aborigines.
Looking across the early reviews, I think it’s fair to say that “Australia” has cleared the first hurdle. They’re mixed, for sure — hardly new territory for Baz Luhrmann — but there’s a lot of admiration out there, even within the kvetching. There were a number of voices out there anticipating an outright disaster, but so far, it doesn’t sound like one to me.
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