Picnic at Hanging Rock
Directed by Peter Weir
I thought the premise of this film sounded absolutely amazing. Then I realized about forty five minutes had gone by and really nothing had happened. Another forty-five minutes passed and still nothing. Surely, there has to be some kind of climax? Nope. And apparently that's why people like it so much, because it is open to interpretation. What kind of lazy ass writing is that?
A group of girls and their teachers travel to Hanging Rock to have a picnic. Several of the girls inexplicably disappear. The only witness is an Englishman named Michael, who isn't quite sure what he saw. That makes two of us.
Once again, I am forced to admit that although a film bored me, it was rather beautiful to look at. Still, frequent readers will know that I throw a hissy fit if the plot isn't satisfactory. Maybe we didn't need a concrete solution, but couldn't the entire two hour build up have some sort of pay off? Apparently not.
A bridal veil was placed over the camera lens to create the film's ethereal look.
Many of the girls' voices were dubbed.