Ten Canoes has shown up on Netflix (release date Jan 30, although Netflix doesn’t seem to know that). It has one review, which I’m quoting in full:
Nice touches of “guy humor” about genitals, lots of male bonding, hard to tell how authentic to the aboriginal and/or human condition this is, and how much is a kind of Crocodile Dundee/Aussie copycat thing. Great visuals of native plants though, particularly arborescent pandanus, and shows how to make a bark canoe. The narrator is awfully caught up in the worth of the story, which pulls the viewer back too often, no sustained sense of involvement. Still, it’s a marvelous tale. Really 3.5 stars.
Gee, the indigenous stereotyping quinella of sex and nature. He/She/It missed the trifecta though. Just needs the “plenty of singing and dancing” to get there.