The Hayseeds Come to Sydney

Summary

A sun-scorched hay cart, piled high with yokel dreams, rattles down the unfinished dirt artery toward the steel-and-glass frenzy of 1920s Sydney; aboard, the Hayseeds—Dad with his splintered fiddle, Mum clutching a crate of squawking hens, Son nursing a secret ambition to outrun the horizon—arrive as living anachronisms, their calico souls stitched against the roaring jazz of trams, the chromium glare of department-store windows, the vertiginous promise of elevators that taste like pennies. What follows is less a linear tale than a carnival of collisions: rustics jettisoned into taxi-cabs that honk like geese, a flirtation with cinema that turns the barn-stormed family into overnight matinee idols, a courtroom farce where a prize bull becomes character witness, and a final moonlit sprint across Harbour Bridge pylons that feels like the continent itself exhaled. The film’s pulse is kinetic burlesque, its satire double-edged—both lampooning the bumpkin and eviscerating the city that feeds on spectacle—until the closing iris reveals the Hayseeds rattling home, pockets empty but eyes wide, having smuggled back neon-reflections that will glow in their sleep for decades.

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