Not much happens in the movie, at least initially, which I suppose is entirely the point. When hes not huffing gasoline, teenage Samson (Rowan McNamara) ambles about his surroundings empty fridge, dirty water, hard floors, merciless sun and listens to music and screws around in a wheelchair. Meanwhile, his sorta-kinda girlfriend, Delilah (Marissa Gibson), forced to act older than she is, cares for her ailing Nana (Mitjili Gibson).
Thirty-four minutes in, Samson decides hes had enough, and his actions force his exit from the village; Delilah, cutting off her hair as if shedding her skin, accompanies him as they journey toward the big, bad city. Someone has to Samson isnt letting go of his ever-present, cut-in-half plastic bottle of fuel, whose fumes he constantly inhales to escape.
Writer/director Warwick Thornton brings more than a decades worth of documentary work to his feature debut, and it shows. The viewer is made to feel the despair and bleakness of his Aborigine characters have-nothing lives, and the leads inexperience at acting makes it seem all the more real.
I cant say I enjoyed the picture, but pieces of it may haunt you long after the end. Rod Lott