He frames the action in dramatic big country John Ford would envy, and peoples the frame with sharply drawn eccentrics, from Jack Thompson's dog - mourning recluse to Hugo Weaving's double - talking detective.
Well, it turns out that carbon is getting priced, not in the big, dramatic, simple way climate hawks would prefer, but incrementally, piecemeal, country - by - country, region - by - region, still inadequately but in a way that's starting to add up.