Considering the subject matter this is a documentary that only paints by numbers. It misses the experience it could have delivered; it barely scratches the surface of what could have been told; what it could have shown. Gurramul's music, singer/songwriter life experience is barely here, instead we get 2 dimensional explanations from his Aunt, his Father and Mother. When Gurramul speaks it's quite obvious that he speaks through his music and his song, that's painfully obvious. But rather that taking the audience on that journey a B Grade documentary maker goes the cheap route and makes his doco about the thoughts and feelings of a bunch of other people. Even in terms of landscape and country there is a vast amount of missing material that could have been included.

How very Australian to have an opportunity to present something special but settle for an 'also ran' package. All the easy stuff, nothing of the serene. That's very, very Australian.

A documentary that explores a very shy man who plays a guitar upside down and sings of home of place of identity of soul. Sadly dying to young. A refrain that relates to so many. Buy some cds and on a moon filled night play and be taken to some wonderful places.