- You learn a lot about farming in Australia.
- You get to see lots of hunky guys squinting in the sun, sometimes shirtless.
- You get to work on your Australian accent because, before long, you’ll be mocking the characters.
- It turns so soapy that you could wash with it.
- You get to see feminism in action.
After the sixth season, the show goes drastically downhill. The storylines are repeated and it seems like no one is meant to be happy, what with shootings, AWOL soldiers, adultery, accidents, babies, breaking and entering, mad schemes, and stupidity all running rampant.
The staying power of this series is truly remarkable. Almost everyone from the beginning of the show, including the original “McLeod’s Daughters,” left and somehow it continued on. There was the odd episode here and there where ghosts and prophecies took center stage and that was kind of ridiculous. For the most part, you just become used to getting mad at the stubbornness and quick-to-judge mentality which pervades this large property.
There are some drawbacks to the show. One thing that bothered me repeatedly was that Rebecca Lavelle sang all the songs in the show. Every time someone turned on the radio, or they decided to square dance, or something sad was happening: it was all Lavelle’s vocals. She’s not that great and it gets trite.
Watch McLeod’s Daughters on Netflix and see for yourself how interesting this show can be. Who knew that cows, sheep, and the occasional alpaca could generate so much interest?