I couldn't believe it
I couldn't believe how crudely sexist and racist this film was - I saw it as half of a double bill at the British Museum, part of the Australian Season.
Admittedly I missed the beginning, but arrived in time to see the main character, immigrant Nino, in long sequences of breaking up ground, mixing cement and unloading bricks from the back of a lorry - all with his shirt off. Since the boringly repetitive work went on so long and ended with the men all spraying one another with water, it must be popular as a cult gay film.
The recruitment element was misleading, especially about how easy it was to buy a piece of land with a good view of the harbour - in fact, Nino's relatives send him money and I know from my sister's experience of being a 'Ten Pound Pom' that it was a lot harder than the film suggested to get settled and buy a house.
The ferry scene with the drunk telling all the 'dagos' to go back to where they came defintitely seemed to suggest that Australia was the place to come if you didn't like foreigners and if your idea of a good time was getting drunk in rowdy bars with your mates.
The the weather and scenery featured a lot, but Bondi beach looked more crowded than Blackpool. Cue for more camera-ogling, this time the women getting some attention, apart from the long boring with the male rescue team in their skimpy shorts and silly hats. The 'joys' of sun-bathing was ironic in view of today's fears surrounding skin cancer.
The song at the end was a shocker, all about Australia being good for blokes because the women know they don't have a chance.
Australia is great place if you're a gay, racist and a drunk, it seemed to say.