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Or, as it was known internationally, Snowy River: The McGregor Saga.
A little like Peyton Place, the series is based on a written work which had previously been adapted into films. Rather than a salacious novel, though, this is based on an 1890 poem by Banjo Paterson who also wrote Waltzing Matilda (the full title of the series is Banjo Paterson's The Man From Snowy River). I wasn't familiar with any previous iteration of the story, and perhaps that's a good thing. As I understand it, this is a different interpretation from either film or poem (indeed, the producer of one of the films sued the producers of the series for using the title). "The Man" of the poem is given a different name here, and probably a very different background apart from the legendary ride and the stockman aspect. Some edited poem lyrics do get dropped into the first episode, heard in the form of a song accompanied by an accordion.
The casting is hugely exciting for being a massive fusion of that friendly rep company that is the Australian soap circuit. In soap terms, the core family is made up of titular patriarch Terry Hansen and his children: a younger daughter and two older lads, Mike Young and Peter Healy. Their housekeeper is Doreen Burns. Terry is wooing the original Jilly Stewart who has moved onto adjoining land with her son, Toby Mangel (the more generic replacement version, as opposed to the one with the blocked nose).
Then there's the obligatory wealthy landowner who intimidates, his spoilt princess of a daughter who goes full on Lolita when left alone with any young man and the son keen to get daddy to notice him.
The other key player is The Man's brash young American nephew, newly arrived with a huge chip on his shoulder and something to prove. Naturally, he instantly enters a Miles/Jeff dynamic with his cousin, particularly when it comes to the landowner's daughter. The actor seemed very familiar and I thought it was because he looked like an older, better looking Jason Lochner, but it turns out Josh Lucas has since been in a number of big Hollywood films and I recognised him from Hulk and Poseidon (it seems he's come full circle with the rugged, dusty, soapy dramas having recently appeared in Yellowstone).
In terms of tone, it's a bit of a mixed bag. There's the rugged outback associated with The Flying Doctors. The testosterone, feuding and livestock aspect from Dallas (Wikipedia's notes are very emphatic that Matt McGregor is not a cowboy and does not reside on a ranch, since these are both American terms. He is a stockman whose property is a station. I'll have to keep an ear open to see if there are any inaccuracies).
More than anything, the tone feels reminiscent of cosy American series like The Waltons (perhaps not surprising, with Earl Hamner's name attached to it). It's also very much how I imagine Little House On The Prairie to be (though I have little more than a passing acquaintance with that series. Perhaps Willie can confirm).
It's a nice show, but feels a little more genteel than I've come to expect from Aussie series. For all its apparent earthiness and honesty, something about it feels very sanitised and safe. It has a rugged charm, but the edge has definitely been softened. This feeling is strongly reinforced by the recaps in which an American(!) narrator speaks slowly over scenes from previous episodes, telling us in words of two syllables or less exactly who everyone is, what their relationship is to one another and what significant thing they did in the previous episode. It all seems so patronising and unnecessary, until I consider this was probably intended for international screenings on The Family Channel (each episode so far on Prime has been rated age 7+, which I suppose is your basic PG).
This is also a series where a number of plots are resolved within an episode or two, be it the abusive schoolteacher who beat young Danni or the bullied boy who struggled to read until he was treated to a pair of spectacles. That said, there's probably more serialisation than it feels like. It's successfully written in a way that keeps things accessible, with ongoing threads easily picked up (even without the condescending recap narration).
With the family-friendly tone in mind, there's probably no danger of Andrew Clarke getting any "rapist to hero" storylines this time round (he's already the hero anyway, though I suppose it could play out in reverse if he got involved in some kind of Sid Fairgate situation). No matter, he's as engagingly charismatic as ever here. As are the rest of the cast. Wendy Hughes's flame red hair helps me envisage how her Jilly may have looked had she gone back to do the series version of Return To Eden. And after the doctor white coat/stethoscope combo of his previous long-running series, Brett Climo has gone from dishy medic to dishy cleric as a man of the cloth, having occasional crises of faith. Which makes him more tantalisingly unobtainable than ever.
He's even managed to throw a few punches, so the series isn't completely without an edge.
The scenery is very nice indeed, albeit a little fuzzy with the definition limits of the time. And there's a strange thing going on where shadows of hair or hat on the face take on an almost bright red hue sometimes.
The music feels seems to be where the budget kicked in. It's written to be epic and sweeping, but sounds as though the entire "orchestra" is one man on a synthesiser in his garage. The final effect is a bit cheap. Like the soundtrack to a Saban animated series.
Despite the series not bowling me over, and my reservations over the Aussie-American thing, the series is proving anything but a chore to watch. The cast includes some favourite Aussie actors and the first half a dozen episodes have slipped by uneventfully-but-enjoyably. It looks like I'll be continuing with this one.
A little like Peyton Place, the series is based on a written work which had previously been adapted into films. Rather than a salacious novel, though, this is based on an 1890 poem by Banjo Paterson who also wrote Waltzing Matilda (the full title of the series is Banjo Paterson's The Man From Snowy River). I wasn't familiar with any previous iteration of the story, and perhaps that's a good thing. As I understand it, this is a different interpretation from either film or poem (indeed, the producer of one of the films sued the producers of the series for using the title). "The Man" of the poem is given a different name here, and probably a very different background apart from the legendary ride and the stockman aspect. Some edited poem lyrics do get dropped into the first episode, heard in the form of a song accompanied by an accordion.
The casting is hugely exciting for being a massive fusion of that friendly rep company that is the Australian soap circuit. In soap terms, the core family is made up of titular patriarch Terry Hansen and his children: a younger daughter and two older lads, Mike Young and Peter Healy. Their housekeeper is Doreen Burns. Terry is wooing the original Jilly Stewart who has moved onto adjoining land with her son, Toby Mangel (the more generic replacement version, as opposed to the one with the blocked nose).
Then there's the obligatory wealthy landowner who intimidates, his spoilt princess of a daughter who goes full on Lolita when left alone with any young man and the son keen to get daddy to notice him.
The other key player is The Man's brash young American nephew, newly arrived with a huge chip on his shoulder and something to prove. Naturally, he instantly enters a Miles/Jeff dynamic with his cousin, particularly when it comes to the landowner's daughter. The actor seemed very familiar and I thought it was because he looked like an older, better looking Jason Lochner, but it turns out Josh Lucas has since been in a number of big Hollywood films and I recognised him from Hulk and Poseidon (it seems he's come full circle with the rugged, dusty, soapy dramas having recently appeared in Yellowstone).
In terms of tone, it's a bit of a mixed bag. There's the rugged outback associated with The Flying Doctors. The testosterone, feuding and livestock aspect from Dallas (Wikipedia's notes are very emphatic that Matt McGregor is not a cowboy and does not reside on a ranch, since these are both American terms. He is a stockman whose property is a station. I'll have to keep an ear open to see if there are any inaccuracies).
More than anything, the tone feels reminiscent of cosy American series like The Waltons (perhaps not surprising, with Earl Hamner's name attached to it). It's also very much how I imagine Little House On The Prairie to be (though I have little more than a passing acquaintance with that series. Perhaps Willie can confirm).
It's a nice show, but feels a little more genteel than I've come to expect from Aussie series. For all its apparent earthiness and honesty, something about it feels very sanitised and safe. It has a rugged charm, but the edge has definitely been softened. This feeling is strongly reinforced by the recaps in which an American(!) narrator speaks slowly over scenes from previous episodes, telling us in words of two syllables or less exactly who everyone is, what their relationship is to one another and what significant thing they did in the previous episode. It all seems so patronising and unnecessary, until I consider this was probably intended for international screenings on The Family Channel (each episode so far on Prime has been rated age 7+, which I suppose is your basic PG).
This is also a series where a number of plots are resolved within an episode or two, be it the abusive schoolteacher who beat young Danni or the bullied boy who struggled to read until he was treated to a pair of spectacles. That said, there's probably more serialisation than it feels like. It's successfully written in a way that keeps things accessible, with ongoing threads easily picked up (even without the condescending recap narration).
With the family-friendly tone in mind, there's probably no danger of Andrew Clarke getting any "rapist to hero" storylines this time round (he's already the hero anyway, though I suppose it could play out in reverse if he got involved in some kind of Sid Fairgate situation). No matter, he's as engagingly charismatic as ever here. As are the rest of the cast. Wendy Hughes's flame red hair helps me envisage how her Jilly may have looked had she gone back to do the series version of Return To Eden. And after the doctor white coat/stethoscope combo of his previous long-running series, Brett Climo has gone from dishy medic to dishy cleric as a man of the cloth, having occasional crises of faith. Which makes him more tantalisingly unobtainable than ever.
He's even managed to throw a few punches, so the series isn't completely without an edge.
The scenery is very nice indeed, albeit a little fuzzy with the definition limits of the time. And there's a strange thing going on where shadows of hair or hat on the face take on an almost bright red hue sometimes.
The music feels seems to be where the budget kicked in. It's written to be epic and sweeping, but sounds as though the entire "orchestra" is one man on a synthesiser in his garage. The final effect is a bit cheap. Like the soundtrack to a Saban animated series.
Despite the series not bowling me over, and my reservations over the Aussie-American thing, the series is proving anything but a chore to watch. The cast includes some favourite Aussie actors and the first half a dozen episodes have slipped by uneventfully-but-enjoyably. It looks like I'll be continuing with this one.