It is a pity that such an important cause is associated with this awful mess of a film. It is never made clear who is narrating (always important in a documentary), there is no apparent timeline, and the editing is simply appalling with every transition being either a long cross-fade or a pointless fade to black. The real problem is lack of coverage. Most of the original footage seems to have been (poorly) shot on the same day, to such an extent that we start to recognize the extras - the guy in shades apparently asleep, the ginger-haired white guy gone native and sunburned like a lobster, and so on. This thin soup is larded with a few good stock images, and some dreadfully made composites.
The whole subject of the Dreamtime, and the nature of cultural memory, was far better served by The Last Wave, a work of fiction made almost forty years ago. It deserves a proper filmmaker, and Whaledreamers just didn't have one.
I give it two stars because it has Julian Lennon in a couple of scenes, and I have always admired his dad.
Review of Whaledreamers
