Film Reviews by Joe

The worse part of the film is that two film stars from the back ground of the main stars agreed to take part in it.

It goes to show that some will do anything for a few pounds.

Even today Hoffa is still referred to as a gangster. He was a man that believed in the unions, and supported the rights working people. In the USA and elsewhere, when 42 workers and myself were on trial in London, after being attacked by Police outside the Hendon Police Station, after walking 474 miles in a campaign for 'The Right to Work'. We had more support from the Unions in the USA than those in the UK, because the Government at the time (1976), was a Labour Party Government, nurses , teachers and doctors could not find work and even students nurses were losing their job because they passed their exams. The real gangsters were those in government, and many in the UK trade unions, had no interest in anyone but themselves. Even it the USA a real gangster family the Kennedy's were running the country, but they were not constantly being identified as what they were, from Gangster's background, with lots of Gangster friends.

I crossed the Gibson desert on a 95cc Lamberetta scooter. I travelled with my wife and 4 children around Australia, leaving the map looking like a spiders web. One trip across the Barkley Tablelands before they even put a road in. All maps had instructions to not venture beyond Mount Isa, without reporting to the police, and getting their consent. We had no access to any big money backers, satellite and even mobile phones had never been even dreamt of. It was unlikely we would meet anyone before getting to Barry's Cave. And if our transport broke down, A 1938 Daimler with a Gardner 150 engine. It had been a Eastern Goldfields coach which my wife and myself we converted into a mobile home. We sat it out near the Isa Mine, and waited for the dark, after which we drove for miles without lights, so that the cops wouldn't see us, they would most likely have stopped us, we couldn't afford to travel back and make our way to Tennant Creek somewhere safer. The Tablelands in 1970/71 were really dangerous, the bull dust in places was like driving through as sea of sand, smooth areas often turned out to be deep holes. Even all these years after I have nightmares thinking about how dangerous it was. The stock men that were sitting around outside the roadhouse at Barry's Caves, said they had seen our dust for a long time, but got the shock of their lives when we pulled in, they couldn't believe we had travelled across from Mount Isa, and were even more surprised that we had started that journey from Port Hedland, through Perth, Port Augusta, Adelaide, Nowra, Sydney, Brisbane, Townsville, Charters Towers, and Isa, and we were heading for Tennant Creek, and on to Darwin. If our transport broke down, it would have been the end for all of us all. No millionaire backers keeping tabs on us, even on other trips between jobs, across from Laverton , where I worked with 5 others digging assay samples of nickel, which turned out to be known as Poseidon, and then Mount Windarra. Leaving there I travelled to Parraburdoo through Leanora and Mount Magnet and up the Meekathera Road. We travelled so many times up, down and across, even to the lowest corners of the south west of WA, and the south east of Victoria (Club Terrace, Cabbage Tree Creek). In every city or town, people would stand, and look at the map in disbelief the kids had made on both sides of the bus, they used a Gold Fleece Map cut out, and with a sponge, dipped in white paint marked out the coast-line, it looked like surf. They then painted the routes we had travelled on, colour coding for the number of trips on same route. And we were most likely the only people travelling, that always found water where we could have a shower, using an length of hose pipe and a watering can head, and stock up our water supply, even at times travelling 10 -15 miles off our route, following the animal tracks, and the arrows they made at junctions of different tracks, if the arrow is facing you, you are going the wrong way. At the junction of your track you will see a track that is used by more animals, Cattle, Sheep and Brumbies. Every one of our journeys were an achievement, we never had help from anyone. But this film was absolutely the most boring nonsense I've ever seen. Of instance she backtracks exactly, and finds a lost compass, but the can't retrace her steps. A lot of our friends were and are aboriginal, they have a very hard life but even in the 1970s, they were not as primitive has they were depicted in this film, in fact I worked with lots on the primary construction of places such as Dampier Salt; Dampier Township; Intercourse Island, and the causeway, and many more. And I know lots of sheep stations that could not survive without them during shearing. Especially the blokes from Yalata, they often stay in our house in Kingoonya, when they were working at Glendambo. Nothing is an achievement when it is funded by a multi-million dollar company. My wife, was much braver than anyone could image.