By Amy Nicholson
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Chris Packham
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Inkoo Kang
By Alan Scherstuhl and Stephanie Zacharek
By Ciara LaVelle
This is all to the good, given that the love affair on which the action nominally hinges rarely rises from the dusty soil in which it's meant to take root. In part, that's because it stars two Aussies who do "pretty" better than "sexy." As Lady Sarah Ashley — a prim beanpole of a socialite who shows up on the Outback cattle ranch of Faraway Downs armed with nothing but her love of horses, a suspicion that her louse of a husband is carrying on with hussies, and lots of fancy luggage — Nicole Kidman channels neither Deborah Kerr nor Katharine Hepburn, but a weirdly pedantic amalgam of Leslie Howard and Mary Poppins. Lady S.'s inconvenient spouse is promptly dispatched, leaving a trail of false murder charges, land envy, and miscegenation behind him, and before long, she's jettisoned her high-necked blouses and cardigans in favor of the far more alluring whip and jodhpurs, while batting emboldened eyelashes at a barrel-chested drover named Drover, played with a harmless blend of twinkle and tragic by Hugh Jackman. Kidman and Jackman accomplish their transformation from alienated lost souls to committed lovers and de facto parents like the comfortable old pals they are in life.
For truer romance and sexual steam, I refer you back to Luhrmann's first and best film, Strictly Ballroom. Still, there's plenty more going on in this 165-minute epic, into which the director has stuffed every genre he never got around to plundering for Romeo + Juliet and Moulin Rouge, and some that he did. Luhrmann's magpie hunting and pecking from the Hollywood spectaculars that fed his imagination through a childhood in rural Australia is invigorating and fun. But there are simply too many of them crammed into Australia, and the result is mostly a woodenly derivative melding of '40s maternal melodramas, oaters, and World War II actioners, as Sarah, Drover, and their cobbled-together multi-culti family herd cattle across the Outback to the town of Darwin, as it braces itself for a devastating attack by Japanese warplanes.
With its stagey set pieces and declamatory dialogue, Australia also feels like a musical from which all singing and dancing has been trimmed except for some strenuous theft from The Wizard of Oz. The references are notably lacking in Luhrmann's usual arch mischief, and if you blink, you'll miss the flash of tongue-in-cheek in his travelogue vision of the real Oz — however beautifully lit in Old Master light and shadow by cinematographer Mandy Walker — as the land of kangaroos, billabongs, Chinese cooks, and boozy pub-goers roaring their way through "Waltzing Matilda."
That said, you'd need a heart of stone to resist the enchanting little boy, Nullah (wonderfully played by newcomer Brandon Walters), the offspring of a white man and an Aboriginal mother, who drives the magical-realist subtext of Australia and its generously inclusive and forgiving vision. (Luhrmann allegedly shot three endings to the movie, and it feels as though they all made the cut.) I can picture hardcore haters of the colonial oppressor rolling their eyes at Nullah's farewell line, "I'll sing you to me, Mrs. Boss." But a little conciliation goes a long way these days, and I freely confess to being almost as undone by the ending of Australia as I was by the climax of that other post-colonial feel-good movie of the year, Slumdog Millionaire.
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