Branagh's egoism and scenery-chewing is here in full-force, for better and for worse -- but director Philip Noyce manages to shift the otherness to the film's white characters, who are frequently shot at bizarre, twisted angles and made out to be lumbering, menacing goons.
In a purely cinematic but holistic context, its not a great film by any means and largely consists of a seemingly pastiche formulaic sentimentalism. Though with that said, its easily one of Doyle's best shot rivaling his better work with WKW.
The performances of the three young actresses are beyond amazing. Although the cinematography and script are a little weak, the film manages to convey the pain and fear felt by those people and children perfectly. Heart-wrenching and tragic, this story is also a bit of a reality check, as I doubt many people out there are aware of the fact that all this was going on in Australia in the 20th century.