Graciously and appropriately, Luhrmann eventually lets his gung-ho predilections simmer down.
It ain’t the nostalgia the repeat offenders at Concept Arts were going for.
Anyone who tells you otherwise doesn’t know Oscar or their Prada from their Pucci.
The critics hated, hated, HATED this movie. And it was number one at the box office two weeks in a row. With good reason.
For about a minute or so, Australia promises to be some psychedelic version of The New World.