Picnic At Hanging Rock (or, Picnic at Phallus Rock sans socks, you naughty things...)
After a had day's cycling, eating breakfast at Studley Park boathouse, visiting family and cooking a meal for six, I can thoroughly recommend Peter Weir's classic of Australian cinema, Picnic At Hanging Rock as the perfect tool for slipping you into a restful listlessness culminating in deep, deep sleep.Someone in the audience of two (by which I mean not me) was heading out to the rock the next morning so we thought it best to heighten the experience by dampening the evening with flowing white dresses, pan pipes and the dulcet tones of "Miraaaandaaaa.... Miraaaaandaaaa..."
Okay, so it wasn't all wank. There were some interesting comments about Victorian repression and I'm always partial to some faux lesbianism.
Finally, I loved (as I am sure Donald does) that the Australian landscape is almost a character in the film.
Tags: Australian Cinema, Peter Weir, movie
posted by walypala @ 11:32 am
3 Comments:
You're a horrible person
(okay, not really, but that movie is in my Top 50, so it's special)
(ps; MIRANDAAAAAA!!!!!)
*blows Pan*
Oops, I mean Pan pipes...
Look, it is classic Australian cinema. It is haunting and beautiful but the consensus seems to be that you need to watch it about three times before you'll stay awake to see it in its entirety.
Take from that what you will.
And Richard, get out of that labyrinth and back to work.
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