I feel shamed that it has taken me nine years to get around to watching Samson and Delilah. My shame is driven further when, as I watch the film unfold, I witness the dismissive interactions of 'white' Australians with both characters, particularly with Delilah. The plight of our indigenous peoples will never be rectified while we continue to plunder their culture and turn away or ignore how our invasion has damaged our own.
This film is a tragedy wrapped in beauty. There is beauty in the simple but profound connection between these two vulnerable young characters, and a poetic love for this vast, mostly brown land. It is a stunning debut film of little dialogue and powerful messages.
I wish that Australia valued Warwick Thornton as much as the rest of the world seems to, both as a filmmaker and storyteller.