The Narrow Road to the Deep North

MovieFestUK

5/25/2025

Amazon Prime’s "The Narrow Road to the Deep North" is not a war drama in the conventional sense. It is a quiet, unflinching study of memory, guilt, and the impossibility of reconciling the past with the present. Adapted from Richard Flanagan’s Booker Prize-winning novel and brought to the screen with striking restraint by director Justin Kurzel (whose in the best form of his career), this five-part Australian miniseries is as devastating as it is beautiful. The story unfolds across three timelines, each a fragment of the fractured soul of Dorrigo Evans. As a young army surgeon (played with aching vulnerability by Jacob Elordi), Dorrigo is taken prisoner during World War II and forced to work on the infamous Burma Railway — a stretch of track etched into history by human suffering. Years later, the older Dorrigo (Ciarán Hinds, solemn and quietly broken) is lauded as a national hero, but remains emotionally adrift, unable to square the myth of who he became with the man he once was. At the centre of this narrative is not simply war, but love — and the permanence of loss. Dorrigo’s pre-war affair (the third timeline) with Amy (Odessa Young) is rendered not as sentimental memory but as a visceral, unfinished chapter. Their love is shot through with longing and inevitability, the kind of brief, incandescent connection that haunts rather than heals. Young and Elordi share a remarkable, intuitive chemistry — their scenes together feel both suspended in time and doomed by it. You can't help but route for them to be together, but you know it's not going to be. Kurzel directs with a painter’s eye and a poet’s restraint. The violence is present, but it’s the emotional fallout that dominates — the gnawing regret, the corrosive shame, the survivor’s guilt, the paths never taken. These men are not stoic heroes; they are boys who return as husks, hollowed by cruelty and unable to re-enter the world as it was. The cinematography shifts between the lush, almost dreamlike beauty of peacetime Australia and the sickly, claustrophobic greens of the jungle — a visual echo of the disorientation that defines Dorrigo’s inner life. And once again, Jed Kurzel’s score for The Narrow Road to the Deep North is a haunting, minimalist composition that echoes the series’ emotional restraint—just like his beautiful work on The Order. His music feels like memory itself — distant, fragile, and unresolved — subtly amplifying the psychological weight of each scene. Rather than dominate, the score lingers quietly beneath the surface, deepening the sense of sorrow and unspoken trauma. What’s most powerful about The Narrow Road to the Deep North is how deliberately it avoids resolution. There are no grand redemptions, no clarifying revelations. It is a story about what cannot be undone, about the limits of memory, and about how the deepest wounds are often the ones we inflict upon ourselves when we cannot forgive who we were, or who we are now because of our past. This is a drama that requires patience. It’s slow, at times unsettlingly still — but within that stillness lies an emotional truth rarely captured on screen. The performances are uniformly excellent, but Elordi’s turn as the younger Dorrigo is a particular revelation. There’s a hauntedness behind his eyes, a sense that even before the war, he knows he’s already lost something he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to retrieve. In a time when so much television favours noise and spectacle, "The Narrow Road to the Deep North" stands apart as a work of genuine introspection — a quiet reckoning with history and humanity. It is not easy viewing, but it is essential. Few series confront the cost of survival with such grace, such sorrow, and such clear-eyed compassion. Verdict: A sombre, poetic meditation on love, loss, and the long shadows of war. "The Narrow Road to the Deep North" doesn’t ask for your attention — it earns it. And once you’ve walked its path, it stays with you. 9/10