Ten Canoes

"Ten Canoes" resembles a National Geographic documentary with dramatic overtones and is sometimes hard to follow due to the thick accent of the narrator but it's nevertheless absorbing due in part to its very oddness, being a story about aboriginal Australians (though written, directed and shot by a Caucasian team headed by director Rolf de Heer). Structurally it is a story within a story about a how a tribe in the pre-colonial period handled the sudden disappearance of one of its female members. The story allows de Heer to illustrate how members of this primitive community were not so very different from ourselves in their essential human characteristics. The mere placement of a group of naked, primitive people as central characters in a fictional motion picture drama is, to Western eyes, enough to command the attention. The more or less constant narration tends to hinder dramatic development so that we never connect deeply with any of the characters yet we empathize with their predicaments. Generally speaking, it paints a sympathetic picture of a people whom fate has brutalized and who now are only beginning to recover and get back a sense of who they are and what they come from, in part through films like this one.

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Even though it's not your typical "saturday night eating popcorn" movie, we decided this was a movie worth seeing. "Ten Canoes" weaves two stories together. A young aboriginal man is out hunting goose eggs with nine other men and gets chatting to an elder. The elder corners him as he knows the young fella has his eyes on his youngest wife, and wants to tell him a story from the time of his ancestors that should put him off making a move. In some cultures the young fella might just get a clip around the ear, but in their culture it involves a story taking several days to tell. May not sound fascinating, but the movie is built around what all good movies should be, an interesting story. I won't spoil it, but the story slowly builds your interest and despite the simple setting, holds your attention. It's a refreshing movie, which keeps you watching while teaching you about another culture. Well worth seeing, however if you favourite movie is "Fast and the Furious", you may not love it.

I would highly recommend this film for those who are interested in Australian aboriginal culture, but also for just about anybody who wants to see a different movie. As the narrator, the great David Gulpilil, says, it's a different story, but still a good one. I didn't expect that the movie was going to be funny, but it had more than its fair share of light hearted moments, including really the entire storyline, which in hindsight is quite funny. A word of warning however: there are several scenes that are somewhat, well, earthy: Let's just say I can't really recall ever having seen human feces in a film before. But you will be glad to know that the emotional scarring is not as severe as first thought ;) If anything, what this film reinforces is what we should have already known : that basically we are all practically the same, regardless of skin colour, culture or religion. You know I can't really believe that there haven't been any other films about Aborigines before Europeans settled here. Because this film was bloody fantastic.

This story begins with an aerial flyover of Arnhem Land in northern Austalia. A narrator comes on saying that he is going to tell a story, his story. His story starts with the recounting of a tale about his ancestors of a few generations back who are making canoes to traverse a crocodile-filled swamp in search of goose eggs. Within that tale a wise older man is telling another, somewhat parallel, tale to his younger brother dating back many generations to "the ancients." In a clever plotting device the ancestor's tale is shown in black and white while the ancient's tale is shown in color. This technique has the dual effect of allowing director Rolf de Heer to duplicate scenes from black and white photographs taken in the area by an anthropologist in the 1930s (photographs that motivated the making of this film), as well as helping the viewer keep the stories straight. The cast consists of a few dozen modern day aboriginals playing the parts in the two stories. They try to capture the reality of the times portrayed, and you can believe that this was the way it could have been thousands of years ago for a tribe of early humans. The earlier Astralians have their own customs and language and the cast speaks in their native language, with English subtitles. I kept thinking of how the basic emotions driving the stories are still with us--fear, jealousy, lust, love, trust, distrust, pride, humor, courage, loyalty, honor. The culture presented is indeed not mine, but it is perfectly understandable. Sorcerers keep the tribe stirred up and mystified with special knowledge of "magic," just as modern religions do (with equal effectiveness). There are laws that must be obeyed, even if unwritten. The young men relish showing prowess in hunting and war making. A creator is deemed the prime mover. Marital relationships are not always harmonious, especially if polygamous. And so on. It appears that no matter how it manifests itself a culture will wrap itself around basic human emotions and desires. It would not be a stretch to recast these stories in a modern setting. The photography of the landscape is beautiful and sensuous; it contributes greatly to the stories by showing what an intimate relationship early peoples had with the land and its fauna. This movie helps us better appreciate where we came from and what we are.

Rolf de Heer's film premiered as part of the Adelaide Festival with sound problems dogging the otherwise pristine print. The film looks great, and the narration with David Gulpilil is too important to miss, obviously, as I found it very difficult to keep up with the extremely complex set up/story. When hearing a new language such as this it is important to hear things clearly - sadly the capacity of the Adelaide Festival to screen the film was lacking on this front. That said, the film is filled with compelling visuals not unlike one of the earlier films of de Heer, and it has some very quaint (albeit base) amusement wrapped into the story. Set a 1000 years ago before white fellas came to Australia, this is a dual story, one told in the immediate black and white/sepia world of reality, and one told in the rich color of the Aboriginal dream time... both stories are pretty much the same, and the roles are played by the same actors in each, so there are points where it's easy to get a little confused by who is doing what and when - but over all this is what you'd call a worthy film - it has the look of an old documentary at times, and that's not a bad look. I enjoyed it despite the technological problems of this screening.

Ten canoes is a remarkable film which I am sure will take its place amongst the classics in history of movie-making. As usual he allows the subject(s) to speak for itself and the result is marvellous. The audience I saw it with did not seem to want leave at the and no one moved or made a sound until the end of the credits. i don't know how to interpret this reaction. In my own case I had a sense of hoping for more which may have been due to the nature of th final 5 minutes during which there was a sort of false ending with some self effacing humour. The participants were excellent and their 'naturalistic acting was outstanding. The music and editing contributed to the elegiacs quality of the movie. Rolf de Heer never disappoints!

I know I'm going to be labelled as a Philistine for these comments, but I was rather underwhelmed by the whole experience. Not that I'm not interested in this genre of movie--indeed I am, whether it be about Australian aborigines, Celts, American Indians or Canucks. But this particular presentation left me wondering why I'd spent an hour-and-a-half watching it. The story or message could have been summarised in about three or four lines; the characters should have been rounded out more; the cinematography was little more than adequate and the narration by David Gulpilil--a long-time favourite of mine--lacked impact. It came over like an aboriginal version of The Gods Must Be Crazy--sans humour! I suspect the film received its positive reviews because of its subject matter and that critics praised it because it is filmed in Ganalbingu. Why is it that I get a sense of seeing an unclothed emperor?

On a recent visit to Melbourne, I came across a poster for the movie Ten Canoes. It described a film about Australian Aborigines and claimed to portray them authentically. The film sets a new standard for cross-cultural understanding. Ever since Whale Rider I have been entranced by movies about aboriginal culture. This film extends the genre onto a higher plane. The narrator tells a story about men hunting for goose eggs in canoes while one tells a story from the ancient times. Both stories are woven exquisitely together to form a dream-like telling. The cinematography captures the actual remote locations the tribe inhabits. The characters are portrayed as authentically as can be, probably because they are. (At least, it seemed that way to a white guy from Boston.) I don't know if any are actual actors. If you have interest in any aboriginal culture or anything Australian, you should see this movie. If you love great story telling, you must see it.