
  When a young boy in her care begins to display supernatural powers, a nun
      is forced to question her allegiance to her church.
  Review by
        Eric Hillis
  Directed by: Warwick Thornton
  Starring: Cate Blanchett, Aswan Reid, Deborah Mailman, Wayne Blair
 
    
  Indigenous Australian writer/director Warwick Thornton draws on his
    own childhood experience of being raised in a Catholic boarding school for
    The New Boy. His own story is highly embellished with magic realism, making for a film
    that plays like a reversal of the dynamic of that old Hayley Mills Sunday
    afternoon staple Whistle Down the Wind. In that film a child comes to believe a fugitive is Jesus. Here it's an
    adult who is forced to reckon with the idea that a child may be the new
    Messiah.
  In a stylish slo-mo opening we see a young aboriginal boy (Aswan Reid) flee from a white policeman, only to be knocked out by a boomerang hurled
    by the cop's indigenous accomplice, an early sign of the complicated racial
    dynamics Thornton is set to explore. The boy is brought to a remote
    monastery where indigenous boys are indoctrinated into Christianity as part
    of Australia's "breed out the black" campaign. There he finds himself in the
    care of Sister Eileen (Cate Blanchett), who has taken over the
    monastery following the death of Don Peter, the priest who was previously in
    charge. Abetted by an indigenous nun who likes to be called "Sister Mum" (Deborah Mailman), Eileen has kept Don Peter's passing a secret, even from the boys, who
    believe he is confined to bed with a sickness.

  It's customary for Eileen to give each of the new boys a Christian name,
    but Eileen decides to hold off and simply call the new boy "New Boy" for
    now. She seems to see something special in New Boy, giving him the sort of
    leeway she has denied the other boys in her care. New Boy is indeed special.
    He possesses supernatural powers, and when he's alone he likes to unleash a
    small orb of light, the sort that might house Tinkerbell. It's one of
    several allusions to JM Barrie's most famous work, along with the absent Don
    Peter and the children in Eileen's care being referred to as "lost
    boys."
  New Boy gets to demonstrate his powers when one of the boys is bitten by a
    deadly snake, miraculously healing the child. When a statue of Christ on the
    cross arrives, New Boy becomes strangely obsessed and seems to communicate
    with the figure, causing Eileen to question everything her religion has led
    her to believe about the Messiah. Could Christ really be returning in the
    form of this little aboriginal boy?

  In attempting to mix spirituality with Spielbergian wonder, Thornton's film
    often comes off as misjudged and dare I say, a little silly at times. The
    movie works best when it's ambiguous, but any ambiguity is dismissed early
    on once New Boy's powers are revealed. When the statue of Christ starts
    blinking it's unclear whether the image is to be taken literally or as a
    child's delusion, but either way it's an incredibly cheesy moment that
    breaks any spell the film might have you under by that point. There are
    other histrionic moments that are equally miscalculated: when Eileen spreads
    herself atop the grave of Don Peter, it unfortunately recalls a similarly
    over the top moment in
    Saltburn.
  Blanchett's performance might be the low point of her career. She's bad
    here in the way that only great actresses can be bad, dialled up to 11 like
    one of those awful late career Meryl Streep performances. You get the sense
    she doesn't really understand Sister Eileen, so it's difficult for the
    audience to get a handle on the character. Blanchett is acted off the screen
    by young Reid, whose wordless performance is beguiling in all the right
    ways.

  By its nature The New Boy is critical of colonialism, but
    Thornton avoids the sort of broad critique you would likely get from a
    guilt-ridden white filmmaker. We're left to reason ourselves that abducting
    children and indoctrinating them into another culture is despicable, but
    nobody in the film expresses this sentiment. Far from the cliché of the
    tyrannical nun, Sister Eileen is a genuinely decent person who is doing what
    she believes is best for the boys. We assume Sister Mum was once abducted
    herself, but Thornton allows Mailman to express any suppressed heartache
    through subtle facial expressions. Perhaps the most interesting character is
    George (The Sapphires' director Wayne Blair), the monastery's aboriginal caretaker. He
    seems particularly unsettled by the presence of New Boy. "Don't bugger this
    up for me," he warns the kid, giving the impression that he's spent his life
    trying to make white people forget who he is and where he comes from, and is
    worried New Boy's untamed nature will cast him once more into an unwanted
    spotlight.
  The subtleties of Sister Mum and George's relationship with their surrounds
    stand in stark contrast with the film's more outre expressions of
    spirituality however. Ultimately the film's success or failure depends on
    whether you buy into its depiction of the supernatural or not. I like to
    think of myself as an atheist in reality but a fundamentalist in the cinema
    - i.e. I'm willing to believe anything for the running time of a movie if
    the filmmaker can make it convincing - but Thornton's theatrics never
    penetrated my layer of skepticism.
 
   
