In fact, this is an unconscious child – a nameless, nine-year-old Aboriginal orphan played by a straw-haired newcomer, Aswan Reid, who’s brought into the monastery’s care because he’s otherwise just a denizen of the wilderness.Īmong the other lads being raised here, he stands out for hardly ever speaking, shunning clothes above the waist and being unable to wield a spoon his peers mock him, but also learn to fear him.
It’s also fuzzy and unfulfilled, groping for its images without ever precisely knowing what it needs them to say.Ĭate Blanchett graces the film promisingly with a not-quite-lead contribution as Sister Eileen, something like the pale and intense Deborah Kerr of this operation: she’s first glimpsed through the front door looking suspicious at the sack of potatoes that’s just been dumped outside. The languorous beauty of that piece set the tone for his career, and The New Boy could hardly be the work of anyone else: this tale of epiphanies and religious schooling at a tiny monastery in the 1940s has a woozy, episodic lyricism all Thornton’s own. Back in 2009, Thornton won the prize for best debut in Cannes with his near-wordless love story Samson and Delilah. The Australian director Warwick Thornton will never run out of stories to tell in the outback, but that’s not to say they’re all equally essential.
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