Grey Owl Review

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In the 1930's Achie Grey Owl (Brosnan) lived in rural Canada as a trapper. Eventually giving up his ways and becoming a conservationist and defender of the beaver, he harbours a secret.


The long-shelved, eco-themed biopic of Archie Grey Owl, the noble charlatan who lived as a Native American and fought the cause of wild life, in particular the beaver, despite actually hailing from Hastings. Attenborough, clearly borrowing a stripe from his brother, shoots the Canadian wilderness with a languorous, sweeping nothingness, the film so drab you start miserably taking sides with urban development.

Brosnan, who is capable of much more away from 007, seems distracted and unsure, which may be because so little happens; just a spot of romance with Indian girl Anahareo (Galipeau), the inevitable build-up to the shock revelation, and the occasional beaver shot to punctuate the tedium.

Admirable sentiments aside, this has value only for the severely sleep-deprived.