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Did you watch Curtin tonight on ABC-TV (Australia)?
In a new ABC period drama heavy with pipes, spectacles and fob chains, William McInnes plays Prime Minister John Curtin. “Someone asked how it’s going,” McInnes says during filming. “I said, ‘Oh, all right.’ To which they said, ‘He’s the one that drowned, isn’t he?’ I said, ‘Yeah, he’s the one that drowned. He got hit by a submarine crossing the street.”‘
In fact, Curtin was the one who saw Australia through World War II. The family man from Perth, the rousing orator who battled alcoholism, ill health and self-doubt to face up to both Winston Churchill and the threat of a Japanese invasion…
…it’s a shame to stop Curtin’s story in 1942, when there was so much still to come. Moreover, the constraints of a 90-minute script mean that important details are ignored. The White Australia Policy, for instance, which McInnes describes as one of the great contradictions of the Labor Party. It’s a shame Curtin isn’t a series.
“We don’t claim to be telling everything about this man’s life,” Wiseman says. “And our goal from the outset has been to be as authentic as possible. If we diverted from the literal truth at any point, we hope it’s at points where it in no way upsets the history. But hopefully we will awaken in people an interest in that period of history.”
It did have cohesion as drama, as distinct from history, by being limited to 1941-1942, and they do seem to have been careful about details…
But I can quibble. I doubt 3801 would have been chuffing along quite as much as it appeared to in the movie to and from so many destinations — especially from Perth, and even less likely as the 38 class loco didn’t enter service until 1943! Royal Prince Alfred Hospital in Sydney was made unaccountably Catholic; of course they may have been thinking of St Vincents, but they did name the hospital and then placed a crucifix over the Prime Ministerial bed…
They should have used a 36 class!
But so many details did chime with my memory.
Yes, I was two years old* when Curtin died, but had started school when his successor Chifley (the first PM I actually remember) gave way to the years of Menzies. 1949, in case you wondered. So Curtin and the War were on the edges of my life, you might say. 1949, or 1950, was the first Anzac Day Parade I can recall as well, still very much in the shadow of the War. Not many details of daily life had changed between 1942 and 1949 — except there was no longer a war on. People were however still wearing much the same clothes, living with the same furnishings, and the rationing of many basics continued at least until 1948. We ate much produce from our own Sutherland garden and chook yard… The radio we had was the same one that served the family through the War. So I kind of remember, and the reconstruction in Curtin was very faithful, mostly.
People in my family and in neighbours’ families had malaria and nightmares; some cracked up, a phenomenon lurking in the background but of course we children were shielded. (“He had a bad war, you know; an open boat from Timor…”) The guy next door drank himself to death, I remember, or it may have been worse than that… (“Bad war…”) A gas mask was still there in Fred Vallance’s cowshed; yes, Auburn Street Sutherland even had a cow. Dad’s Air Force greatcoat hung still in the wardrobe. Shell casings, hand grenades, and samurai swords were not entirely uncommon objects in “show and tell”, and posters for spotting enemy aircraft were still on some walls. And so on.
In short, I enjoyed Curtin as a drama, and as a pretty intelligent (if incomplete) bit of history. Fascinated by the friendship between him and the Japanese ambassador Kawai, subject of much controversy in 2005, apparently, especially when Alexander Downer exploited it so shamelessly and unfairly in his “fatuous lecture”. (Australian Story on Monday night has an airbrushing of Downer, who is a fine chap until he gets into attack mode, when he becomes especially bitchy and, well, fatuous.) That’s one bit of the history war that passed me by, I’m afraid, but Bob Wurth’s public lecture on the subject is interesting. See also his site Saving Australia. I thought the film did a good job in contextualising that friendship, and it may in fact take some of the sting out of the angst about it.
I do know Curtin was greatly admired. Rightly so.
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