The century-old open wound of Gallipoli, Australia’s ill-fated entry into World War I, makes a vivid and grim backdrop for Russell Crowe’s "The Water Diviner," a sensitive and sentimental story about a grieving father looking for the bodies of the three sons he lost there.

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Joshua Connor (Crowe) works his Australian ranch alone, using his intuition and divining rods to hunt for water, his cattle dog his only conversation companion. His wife (Jacqueline McKenzie) stays busy polishing their sons’ shoes, reminding him to read to the kids from their favorite book — "The Arabian Nights" — at bedtime.

But he reads to three empty beds. The boys went off on an adventure four years before, and like thousands of their countrymen, didn’t come home from the Turkish peninsula that Winston Churchill sent them to invade. When Connor’s mad wife dies, he resolves to go fetch those sons and bury them beside her.

In Turkey, he runs into the prickly efficiency of British Army bureaucracy and Turkish resentment and disorder. It’s 1919, and the Turks, Brits and ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps) are trying to get along well enough to locate and bury the 10,000 ANZAC dead (70,000 Turks died in the battle).

They play semantic games — the winners referring to "Constantinople" and their "evacuation," the Turks calling their capital "Istanbul" and the Aussies’ departure a "retreat."

Connor finds an unlikely ally in the stern Turkish Major Hasan (Yilmaz Erdogan), a proud man who doesn’t like the nickname "Hassan the Assassin" the Aussies gave him. And thanks to an over-helpful child, Connor finds a nice hotel: "Clean sheets, hot water, no Germans!" That’s where he meets the boy’s beautiful, widowed and hostile mother (Olga Kurylenko).

Crowe directed this with an ear and eye for the sentimental, matching his performance. Connor is quiet but determined in his grief, which Hassan recognizes. "May you outlive your children," he reminds Connor, is not a blessing, but a curse.

Connor, guilt-stricken because he didn’t stop his boys from going, knowing that he filled their heads with "Arabian Nights" adventures, closes his eyes and can see the horror of how his boys died. The movies make such deaths neat and final. Not Crowe. We are not spared the moans and screams of those bleeding out on the battlefield.

But the film’s forgive-and-move-on message goes a bit overboard for a story set in 1919. The Turks, allied with the Central Powers, are the aggrieved party here. Making the corrupt, decaying, murderously oppressive Ottoman Empire the "victim" of Greek invaders (a postwar uprising) and shifting sympathies in that direction spurs eye-rolling.

Still, the performances are moving and get the job done, and Kurylenko wins us over by the way she slowly lets Connor, her enemy, win her sympathy.

"I measure a man by how much he loves his children," she says, "not by what the world has done to them."

Review by Roger Moore, Tribune News Service