Sobering and prescient, THE BIGGEST LITTLE FARM opens with a country homestead under attack of bush fire.
It’s not Australia but California where threat of catastrophic conflagration is as constant as it is here. Guess it’s not called global warming for nothing.
THE BIGGEST LITTLE FARM chronicles the eight-year quest of John and Molly Chester as they trade city living for 200 acres of barren farmland and a dream to harvest in harmony with nature.
John was a cameraman, Molly was a chef, John says to Molly, who reciprocates, I like your face, and soon they tie the knot.
Hitched, they acquire a pooch, who does not dig their city digs. A country place beckons.
Prompted by their pet pooch, the couple display dogged perseverance in their pursuit of a purer life, embracing the opportunity provided by nature’s conflicts, and locating the various keys that ultimately unlock and uncover a bio diverse design for living that exists far beyond their farm.
Their dream is based on poo – chicken shit, cow manure, worm poop – an effluent society of agriculture, a soil rejuvenation that becomes a soul enrichment.
They embark on creating an Eden, with orchards and crops and animal husbandry, and against seemingly insurmountable odds, weather the weather, and restore a semblance of balance into a biosphere that had become moribund.
Featuring breathtaking cinematography, adorable animals, and an urgent message to heed Mother Nature’s call, THE BIGGEST LITTLE FARM provides us all a vital blueprint for better living and a healthier planet.
If this film was nothing but an entertaining odyssey with unforgettable characters, its job would be done.
But THE BIGGEST LITTLE FARM is a giant rock in a still pond, sending out concentric ripple to rouse us, one and all, a call to arms to open our eyes to the possibilities outside the perceived norm and point us in the direction of true progress. For all our collective sakes.
