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THE
ROAD FROM COORAIN
REVIEWED
BY CHARITY BISHOP
Our
rating: 2 out of 5 Because
of: sexual
content, nudity, adultery
Rated:
Set
in the barren landscape of rural Australia, The
Road from Coorain is the ultimate story of
personal triumph over tragedy. It satisfies on an
intellectual level but fails on many others. It's
never uninteresting or fulfilling but leaves a lot to
be desired in its characters. Set in the 1950's on a
sheep ranch, five year old Jill Ker is perfectly
happy. They have just drilled a new well, the season
promises a good wool harvest, and her parents (Juliet
Stevenson and Richard Roxburgh) and older brothers are
all well. Despite the boil on her leg, Jill is the
picture of contentment. But after her brothers are
sent away to boarding school to further their
educations and become "something aside from a
sheep farmer," her life takes a dramatic turn.
The outback falls beneath a hot spell. When it doesn't
rain, sheep don't grow fat. When they're not plump,
they often die out in storms. By the end of the year
the family is almost destitute.
While
the story is about Jill (played as an adult by Katherine
Slattery), most of it revolves around her mother. Eve
is a strong woman, staunchly Protestant, determined,
and headstrong. If Bill had never happened along, she
wouldn't have gotten married. She's strong-willed.
When she learned she was pregnant with a third child,
she tried "every witchery in her nursing
book" to get rid of the baby, but a higher power
destined Jill to come into the world. When the doctor
told her having this child would kill her, Eve wasn't
about to let some man dictate her life and thus the
daughter was brought into the world. Bill wants to
give up, sell or burn the rest of the sheep, and wait
it out. He also wants to bring his boys home to work
the ranch so they can let their hired hands go. Eve is
adverse to this idea, clinging to her philosophy that
they can ride any wave life throws at them. But then
one wave comes they weren't anticipating... while
attempting to fix a water pump, Bill is drowned.
Suddenly they are left without a husband, father, and
protector. The tragedy unleashes the worst in Eve and
her children suffer for it, but soon pull away and
form their own lives.
The
acting in this production is beautiful, particularly
from Juliet Stevenson, who broke our hearts in Truly
Madly Deeply and made us tremble as Mrs.
Squeers in Nicholas
Nickleby. She is strict but always likable
even at her worst moments. Her scenes when wracked
with sorrow at her husband's death are particularly
moving, since she never cries... she merely shakes
with repressed anger and grief. Richard Roxburgh also
has a particularly moving scene with his daughter when
he talks about survival, and how she's inherited her
mother's natural instinct. The scenes of them dancing
together in the barn are very moving, made all the
more heartbreaking for the tide to come. The score is
also surprisingly memorable. Overall it was very well
made and while it moves at a measured pace, it's never
dull. Unfortunately the morals aren't always good and
the studio decided to see how much near nudity they
could get away with. Several times figures are blatantly
nude but their private areas are obscured with
furniture. Eleven-year-old Jill eyes some naked men
from the car as they drive home (backside only, in a
completely pointless scene).
She also engages as an
adult in several sexual affairs (there are two graphic
sex scenes, one of them clothed and lengthy, the other
brief), including one with a married man. She does
eventually give him up (not wanting to "take
another father from a child") but should have
never chased him in the first place. There's some
innuendo and sexual dialogue. Her mother tells her
think with her head, and not what's "between her
legs." Mild profanity comes up on occasion. It's
really too bad Masterpiece Theatre chose to exploit
these flaws rather than gloss over them. They're
faithful to the story of a true woman's life but were
irresponsible in the telling.
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