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Synopsis: A privileged British family consisting of a mother, a geologist father and an adolescent daughter and son, live in Sydney, Australia. Out of circumstance, the siblings, not knowing exactly where they are, get stranded in the Outback by themselves while on a picnic. They only have with them the clothes on their backs - their school uniforms - some meagre rations of nonperishable food, a battery-powered transistor radio, the son's satchel primarily containing his toys, and a small piece of cloth they used as their picnic drop-cloth. While they walk through the Outback, sometimes looking as though near death, they come across an Australian boy who is on his walkabout, a rite of passage into manhood where he spends months on end on his own living off the land. Their largest problem is not being able to verbally communicate. The boy does help them to survive, but doesn't understand their need to return to civilization, which may or may not happen based on what the Australian boy ends up doi
Genre: Adventure, Drama
Director(s): Nicolas Roeg
Production: 20th Century Fox
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
7.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
90%
GP
Year:
1971
100 min
566 Views


That's the trouble

with all these series.

You always know the superhero's

gonna get away with it.

That's the trouble with Batman.

You always know he's gonna win

all the fights in the end.

That's the trouble

with all these series.

Even Bugs Bunny

wins all the time.

If we were superheroes,

we would definitely win.

Yes.

Are we superheroes?

I don't know.

I hope so.

So do I.

We're lost, aren't we?

No, of course not.

Don't. You'll ruin

your nice shoes.

What happened?

The birds ate it all.

But they couldn't

have drank all the water.

Is there any in the bottle?

No.

Why didn't you fill it up?

We should have

picked some fruit.

Which way are we going today?

I hope we find lots of sand.

I don't like climbing up

those hills much.

They make my legs ache.

I don't suppose it matters

which way we go.

We'll stay here.

Perhaps the water

will come back.

Where from?

You shouldn't walk about

in the sun.

It's bad for you.

Dad.

- I want a drink!

- Where are the others?

Quick, stop him!

He's getting away!

Uh, uh, uh, we're English!

English!

Do you understand?

This is Australia, yes?

- Where is Adelaide?

- Ask him for water!

Water! Drink!

We want water to drink.

You must understand.

Anyone can understand that.

We want a drink.

I can't make it any simpler.

Water. To drink.

The water hole has dried up.

Where do they keep the water?

Water!

Gape! Gape!

Who'll carry the leaves

I, said the wind

I'll carry the leaves

Look! Look!

The one set of values for "X"...

is 4-3...

equal to X-2.

Write 24, 48-

Seven fours are 28.

Eight fours are 32.

I can multiply 84 by 84.

I did it yesterday.

Divide 3,894-

This is one of my soldiers.

Twelve minus a third.

If your answer

is a decimal, what is-

Hey!

Put your shirt on.

He hasn't got his shirt on.

- He hasn't got a shirt.

- He can have mine.

...and. 0383 by. 025.

It wouldn't fit him.

Leaving Adelaide, Harry drives-

That's a soldier.

- Give him one. Don't be mean.

- No.

I expect he'd like to play.

He's never had any toys of his own.

We've got plenty.

Vito left his home at midday and cycled

towards his uncle's house 50 miles away.

After one hour,

traveling at ten miles an hour,

he stopped for a drink,

which took him-

Give me a piggyback!

Give me a piggyback!

No! No! No! No!

Watch out. He'll roast you

and eat you for dinner.

Hey, put me down!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! No!

I'm not coming down!

No! Get down! No!

Go on! It's great! Get up!

Go on! Get up! I did!

Pull! Don't just hang there.

No!

Jump! Jump!

Come on!

Grab me! Hurry!

It's my turn now!

Jump! Let me go!

Come on! Swing me!

Waldo's Motor Mart...

is on Allen Road

next to the hospital.

If you've got a good, clean,

low-mileage car you'd like to sell,

Waldo's Motor Mart will help you

turn that car into cash.

And now, back to "Night Beat. "

Good night.

I'll be all right

in the morning.

It got a bit sore from-

Oh, dear.

All right, let's go now.

Come out now!

And bring him with you.

Nothing can

ever be created or destroyed.

Come on. It's my turn!

It's my turn now!

Every man and every woman is a star.

What do we know-

By the telescope, a faint-

I told you to keep

your clothes on.

What?

No.

I'll show you how to do karate.

There's a pool down there.

So the boy said,

"I ought to be getting home from work. "

He lived with his mother

in a house on top of the hill.

She'd never spoken to him.

He'd never heard her say a word.

He thought she was dumb

and she was blind too.

But every evening

when he came up the hill,

he saw her sitting in the window,

and she was talking.

As soon as she heard his key

in the lock, she'd stop.

And when he got inside,

she wouldn't say a word.

So one evening he made up his mind

to hear what she was saying.

- So he put the ladder-

- No, he went round the back.

Oh, yes. he went round the back

and got the ladder.

- And he set it-

- He carried it.

Yes, he carried it round

to the front of the house...

and set it up

against the window.

You didn't explain that

she was sitting upstairs.

- I did.

- You didn't. You left it out.

- Well, anyway- - I don't know

why you're telling him all this.

He can't understand.

He doesn't know what a ladder is.

I expect we're the first

white people he's seen.

It was very, very long and heavy...

and he only just managed to get it

in position in front of the house.

Next, he climbed up the ladder

and got on the windowsill.

But he couldn't hear a word.

She was only a few feet away

behind the window.

And her blind eyes

were staring straight at him,

and her mouth

was opening and shutting.

But he couldn't hear, because she

was speaking silently to herself.

So he put his ear to the glass,

but he still couldn't hear.

So he decided to come down,

but the windowsill was very narrow.

And when he turned round,

he knocked the ladder down!

So he was stuck.

He couldn't jump down

because it was too far,

and he couldn't shout

to his mother...

because then she'd know

he'd been spying on her.

So he just sat there.

It got dark,

and because there wasn't

very much room on the sill,

his legs grew very stiff.

Sometimes people went past,

but he couldn't shout to them

because his mother would hear.

So there was a drainpipe

going down the wall,

and the boy thought, "If I make it

across and get hold of that,

I'll be able

to climb down. "

So he reached across,

but he slipped off the windowsill...

and fell down

and broke his neck.

I told you.

He doesn't understand.

Well, his mother went on sitting there

and talking to herself,

and she began to get worried

because he was late home from work,

that his dinner

would get spoiled.

- So she said- - No, she

didn't. She didn't say anything.

- She got off-

- Oh, that's right!

- and groped her way down the stairs-

- There's another aeroplane!

Do you think he understood

when I drew this house?

That doesn't look like a house.

You can't draw.

That looks like a platypus

walking in space...

or a pterodactyl

flying under the sea.

I think he might

take us to the moon.

I wish we had

a proper pencil.

Why did you say we were

the first white people he's ever seen?

I always thought you had lots of crayons

and pencils in your satchel.

Please have a look.

By the look of that,

I think he's gonna take us to Mars.

Well, we won't find it.

Once them balloons

get loose, they're away.

Perhaps.

to time, please.

They're expensive, and I

don't like to waste expensive things.

Sure. Sure.

Well, I'd better get back

to my mud pies.

Well, I'll be off then.

You all right for smokes?

- What?

- On me.

- Oh, no, no.

- Go on.

That is three packets

I have to owe you.

Don't worry about it.

I'm trying to give it up.

Hey! There goes another one!

Hey! Stop it!

Hey!

Hey, stop it!

They're so expensive.

Stop it!

Los Angeles

Los angeles

My morning is so fine

Hey, it's muddy underwater.

Especially in the

early morning sunshine

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Edward Bond

Edward Bond (born 18 July 1934) is an English playwright, theatre director, poet, theorist and screenwriter. He is the author of some fifty plays, among them Saved (1965), the production of which was instrumental in the abolition of theatre censorship in the UK. Bond is broadly considered one among the major living dramatists but he has always been and remains highly controversial because of the violence shown in his plays, the radicalism of his statements about modern theatre and society, and his theories on drama. more…

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