Why so much hype?

Plenty to Like, Plenty to Dislike

Captivating movie !

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

For a country whose notion of Indigenous Aboriginal culture comes up to The Dreamtime and dot paintings, Ten Canoes might well serve as a lovely refresher course, never mind how Hollywood might react to it. Growing up I recall being fed healthily on these stories as part of an ever-enthusiastic brand of multicultural education, and relishing them because it was easy for even kids to imagine how the ancient storytellers had come to these conclusions by simply looking around them and rewinding. How the stars in the night sky are camp fires burning brightly to guide hunters home, how the rivers are water goannas larger than you or me could ever comprehend, or how the great emu losts its wings because of its own arrogance and pride (Icarus being just pipped on that one). Another tells the story of how the kangaroo was bestowed its pouch because of the kindness it showed towards Byamee, a god disguised as a troubled wombat. What these stories, and what Ten Canoes shows us, is that even as many millennia separate us, our inherent laws and practices are guided by a karmic belief of cause and effect, often with wry consequences. Fair is fair; the universe ensures that you will always get what is coming to you, and it isn't afraid to get creative. Who better to champion the oral traditions of the Indigenous Aborigines than David Gulpilil? He is without a doubt the most mainstream and well-known of the Aboriginal actors, and retains a delighted curiosity from his first ever screen- credit way back in Nicholas Roeg's masterpiece, Walkabout. In that he played a young boy on the eponymous rite of passage, who positively gurgled when asked to demonstrate his knack for finding water in barren desert, and channeled this fevour elsewhere in his mating dance. Gulpilil has lost none of that fresh-faced charm, and although we cannot see his grin, it is easily identifiable in his narration. It is not quite Attenborough; the storyteller observes with an all- seeing eye, but is not afraid (as we might suspect) to insert his own footnotes here and there, and sometimes chuckle along. Rolf de Heer alternates black-and-white and colour stock as if to mimic dusty old storybooks (if they had they kept them) being brought to life orally, and Gulpilil can't always bear to remain impartial. Which is how most of us like our stories told, with a dash of flavour and colour. de Heer uses the visual as a way of representing an age-old reverence for the land. The Aborigines were nomadic hunters and gatherers, never taking more than necessary, and ensuring that the land too could live and breath beneath the soles of their feet. The cinematography is almost sensual; the camera snakes steadily around tangles of bush and grass, like the hunter making his slow advance, or glides serenely, as if it was also balanced on the canoes the men themselves craft out of tree bark. The water's mirror must not break, the ever-constant buzz of the outback unable to be interrupted. At times it simply lingers, and we see how the landscape twitches, and shimmers in the heat. The story is in fact three stories within one another, of one narrator performing for the gathering around the camp fire, and another using a fable as way of caution. So there are thousands of years connecting the story strands, and the film decides to strengthen them using first and foremost humour, and through showing how it has not aged a day from the past. Fart and dick jokes are means of confronting the modern audience, to force a connection that has not been recognised until this moment. And then we see how their morality system has manifested from lifetimes of incidents and misunderstandings. This is a little further from our own comfort zone, a ritual of justice where spears are thrown until the guilty is wounded. So it is shocking when the conclusion, somehow, manages to make sense: "We've speared your man," says one tribe to another, who respond "who speared ours". Perhaps it is Byamee's way of pushing responsibility towards Yeeralparil, who makes the costly error of lusting after his brother's three wives, and through cruel fate, finds the pleasure turned into burden suddenly thrust onto him. We may not subscribe to the spear for a spear ideology that they practised long ago (indeed we have better method not available to them), but somehow we keep making the same mistakes, and punishment happens to chase us out eventually. And yes, we are still prone to laying around all day and eating honey, although we have made an efficient business out of it. The belly laughs when we are caught with sticky fingers still sound the same.

It's always good to see a truly unique film come out of Australian cinema, and, once again, Netherlands-born Australian director Rolf de Heer proves that he's probably the most exciting filmmaker working in the local industry at present. Along with first-time director Peter Djigirr, de Heer has produced an invaluable cultural document, telling a tale of Australian aboriginal life in the time long before Europeans ever arrived, which instantly sets it apart from most other works of Aborigine-related Australian cinema {such as 'Walkabout (1971)' and 'Rabbit-Proof Fence (2002)'}. 'Ten Canoes (2006)' is also unusual in that it is the first to be filmed entirely in an Indigenous Aboriginal language {though David Gulpilil's narration is available in both English and the language Yolŋu Matha, I chose the latter for the sake of authenticity}. Fortunately, the Australian Film Institute saw fit to reward the film with the highest honours at the 2006 AFI Awards, and I can't think of a more deserving recipient {sorry, 'Kenny'... }.The way in which the narrative of 'Ten Canoes' is structured is very clever, cutting between two time periods as though the narrator/storyteller (David Gulpilil) is simply passing on the ancestral history as his people have done for hundreds of generations and thousands of years. The more recent of the segments, and I use the term loosely, is filmed in black-and-white to evoke the atmosphere of the indigenous photographs taken by explorers in the early twentieth century {the name of the film itself is derived from a photograph of ten canoeists poling across the Arafura Swamp, taken by anthropologist Donald Thomson in 1936}. This segment is told in a straightforward, documentary-like manner, as a wizened Aborigine leader finds out that his younger brother, Dayindi (Jamie Gulpilil), covets the youngest of his three wives. During a coming-of-age, goose-hunting trip, the older brother tells Dayindi a story to teach him the consequences of jealousy. This story-within-a-story takes place years and years earlier still, not too long after the The Dreamtime, during which the patterns of life were laid down, and is presented to us in vibrant colour, making full use of the beautiful Northern Territory wilderness.This earlier tale recites the story of another young Aborigine, Yeeralparil (Jamie Gulpilil), who also desires the youngest of his older brother's three wives. This older brother, Ridjimiraril (Crusoe Kurddal, who speaks the Gunwinggu language for the film's entirety), is a brave and noble warrior, but demonstrates a lack of patience when his second wife goes missing, presumably kidnapped by a neighbouring tribe. While the black-and-white segments of the film have the tone of a historical documentary, the colour narrative has the fantastical mysticism of an old Dreamtime story, particularly evident in the Makaratta ("spear-throwing") ritual, and the Death Dance. Even though all the characters speak in their native language, there's also a surprising amount of humour to be found. The characters frequently immerse themselves in idle chit-chat and make jokes about flatulence and sex, suddenly bridging the thousand-year gap between ourselves and these ancient people, as we realise that perhaps we're not as dissimilar from these tribes as we had initially thought. In addition, the fat and lazy warrior with an addiction to honey (Richard Birrinbirrin) was absolutely hilarious.'Ten Canoes' tells a story with a simple moral, but it's the way the story is told that is singularly unique. Many have labelled the film as being particularly challenging, but I'm afraid I don't see what might be so difficult about it: though it is undoubtedly like nothing we have seen before, the two respective narratives are genuinely interesting and the characters are likable and relatable. One of the film's major themes concerns the circle of life – each human begins his existence as a small fish lurking in the waterhole, and, following his death, he will return to the exact body of water from which he was taken. Likewise, each character in the film follows a cycle of his own. Rather than rushing into drastic actions and disturbing the balance, one must always be patient, for life will always follow a full-circle. And be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it.

This movie was released about 6 months back in Amsterdam in several movie halls, but not in the Pathe chain of theaters. So when during this summer festival it was released, I did not want to miss the opportunity to see this movie.This movie is set in a pre-historic setting among Aboriginal tribes of Australia who lived at the top most point on the Arnhem Land - Arafura swamp. The story is told as a fable (and a lesson) by an elder to a tribe youth who is attracted towards his elder brother's wife. In the movie there are two parallel stories – One, the elder telling a story to the youth, and second, the real story.I will tell you the real story – of warrior Ridjimiraril (Cruseo Kurddal) with three wives. His younger brother Yeeralparri (Jamie Gulpilil) getting attracted towards Ridjimiraril's youngest wives. The tradition says that if the older brother dies then the younger brother marries and takes care of the wives. A stranger (Michael Dawu) from another tribe visits the village and the elders of the village think that the stranger leaves behind evil spirits. One day, the middle wife of Ridjimiraril disappears and due to the suspicion on the stranger, Ridjimiraril kills a person from another tribe, but because he does not bury the body properly, the people of another tribe force and attack on this village and want Ridjimiraril to face the law of the land – i.e. avoid 150 spears thrown at him by another tribe by dancing (standing on one place). Ridjimiraril dances like a ghost to avoid spears coming at him but in the end one spear pierces his stomach. As his death comes near – as per the aboriginal traditions – when people from all tribes come to see his death. Ridjimiraril gets up and does the last death dance with music and songs being played all around him.There is a lesson that is passed on from centuries through such wonderful stories in the Aboriginal tribes of Australia that teaches people to differentiate from good and bad; and obviously it keeps the tradition alive.The narrator is the famous aboriginal scholar artist David Gulpilil.I was totally mesmerized by the movie. It took me off feat. It had such a powerful sense of energy in the narrative and characterization that everything felt real – so real that it gave a look of an documentary. But let us not forget – this was a movie, and people acting in the movie.Hats off to those actors from the tribe who – for the sake of keeping their history alive – came forward to do anything for this movie, without any hesitation. All the actors were naked – barely with any clothes on their body. Which Hollywood actor would be ready to show their full body exposure with so natural feel.I just fell in love with Crusoe Kurddal – who portrayed the role of Ridjimiraril to the hitch, so real – so historic. Wow!!!! What personality, what acting…!!!! It seems he went on his own to seek this role – and what life he brings to this role. The final death dance is the one that takes heart out of the body. The richness of the tradition just melts our soul away.The Director Rolf de Heer (who was born in Netherlands – where I stay now) has struggled since 1984 to make good movies and nurtured his skills so delicately to deliver this beautiful fable to us.The music, location, cinematography, editing, sound recording etc. every department is just perfect. Trying to find a fault in the narrative was a challenge.Worth a watch for cine-goers who love good movies. A gem in story telling, better than so much mafia, violence movies that have captured the top 100 movies list! Normally I hesitate giving higher ratings than 8 in my scale of 10. But with such a satisfying movie experience I would give… (Stars 8.25 out of 10)

I had the good fortune of coming across this (somewhat)overlooked gem when it played at one my local art cinemas recently. 'Ten Canoes' is one of those films that is an open window to another culture (albiet one that is still regarded as a mystery to Westerners). It is a multi layered story about love,lust,envy,mistaken identity,revenge,etc. What I admired about it is the fact that it's told as a story within a story within a story,and is shot both in black & white & colour (to transpire time). I guess if I have only minor beef with this film is the fact that although it takes place thousands of years ago, it has to pander to toilet humour from time to time to attract the audiences of today. That aside, Ten Canoes can easily take it's place among other films within this genre (Salt Men Of Tibet,Pathfinder--the original Norwegian edition,and not the tepid American remake of recent,as well as others). It's one of those odd little films that you'll probably have to seek out,as it won't play in mainstream cinemas (it contains yards of male,as well as female nudity--although it contains absolutely no graphic sex scenes)