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Picnic at Hanging Rock
On St. Valentine's Day in 1900 a party of schoolgirls set out to picnic at Hanging Rock. ...Some were never to return.
On Saint Valentine's Day in 1900, the female students at a private Australian school are given permission by their stern headmistress to travel to an ancient volcanic outcropping for an afternoon picnic. The beautiful day turns into a nightmare when a few among them, including the beautiful and enigmatic Miranda, vanish without explanation on Hanging Rock.
Read any review for Peter Weir’s mesmerising masterpiece, Picnic at Hanging Rock, and you will see the words haunting, dream-like and enigmatic appear time and again. They are vague and uncertain descriptions but perfectly apt for a film that is elusive, ambiguous and rich in symbolism, complexity and interpretation. I have watched the film numerous times over the years (this, my first viewing in high-definition) and every time I am surprised by the new things I find, the new interpretations I dream up and the mixed emotions the film manages to evoke.
On Valentine’s Day in 1900, a school trip to Victoria’s Hanging Rock turns to disaster when three students and their teacher disappear without trace. Whilst sounding like the…
There's something so unique with the Peter Weir directed mystery film, Picnic at Hanging Rock, that just hearing the title makes three adjectives spring to mind. Haunting, eerie and encapsulating. Peter Weir is the Aussie director who went on to direct Dead Poets Society and The Truman Show and he has based the story on the notoriously famed Joan Lindsay novel by the same name, which together with this film spawned an ongoing urban legend and cemented Hanging Rock's position as an Australian landmark.
The story takes place in the year 1900 and is quite simply about three girls from the private boarding school, Appleyard College who wanders of during a field trip to the mountain, Hanging Rock and mysteriously…
A film that is highly praised by many unfortunately I do not belong to this group! While I enjoyed the scenery and the illusion that something mystical or something beyond this world may or may not be involved was for the most part semi intriguing but in the end there just wasn't enough substance to grab me!
Weir's Picnic at Hanging Rock is a mystical and beautiful film that I failed to connect to completely.
Set in Australia in 1900 and centred around a real life mysterious disappearance of three girls and one teacher, it explores the nature of said disappearance and the effect it had on the school and the community.
The first act had me glued to the screen. The attention given to creating a convincing depiction of the time period is something I always respect and admire. When the group of young women arrive at the rock for the picnic, Weir manages to create a sense of unease and mystery that transfixes and intrigues. He almost makes the rock a character, a mystical force…
"This we do for pleasure, so that we may shortly be at the mercy of venomous snakes and poisonous ants."
The above quote from Picnic At Hanging Rock is the type of device that you see used a lot in mystery and thriller films especially, and it's a device I don't much care for.
It's usually such an unsubtle and clumsy way of setting up some drama to come, usually the antithesis of what is being stated by way of wanting to prove that character and his or her thoughts wrong, quite often as a method as marking them out as an antagonist. In a film like this, such a technique should be maddening as this is quite clearly not…
Review In A Nutshell:
Another film that I immediately dismissed in my initial viewing, finding myself in a state of frustration on the film’s ambiguous and atmospheric approach, unable to provide even the slightest on what a definitive conclusion might be. I decided to return to this film soon due to the fact that it has lingered in my mind, questioning myself on whether I misjudged the film too fast before at least another viewing and time to contemplate on the film’s tragic event.
Now that I have gone through the film for the second time, did I finally find the conclusion that I previously desired? No,…
I hate the whole floaty mysterious ~feminine mystique~ thing that this entire movie leans on, so this fell on slightly unfertile ground. Instead, I enjoyed this for exactly none of the reasons the director would have wanted me to, e.g. the RETURNING SWAN MOTIF????
I've seen Peter Weir's acclaimed classic three times -- two of them in a cinema.
There is a haunting beauty here. Russell Boyd's cinematography is stunning.
The problem I encountered during all three viewings - Zamfir's instrument and musical score make my skin crawl - and not in an intended way. I despise the music in this film so much, it is impossible for me to enjoy it -- no matter how hard I try.
Peter Weir's first major film and probably his masterpiece, featuring gorgeous cinematography by Russell Boyd in what has to be one of the prettiest films ever made.
A word to the wise you will not get answers from this film, if you were expecting them. The only thing I can compare this film's plot story and themes to are the HBO television series "The Leftovers", both of these deal with things that people cannot explain.
Picnic at Hanging Rock is a beautiful film that is filled with unease, if you like weirdness, if you like the bizarre you will enjoy it, The biggest problem though with this film is it's sound mixing, it's hard at times to understand what the hell people are talking about in this film, though I know it's primarily due to the Australian accent.
Haunting and ambiguous are the best adjectives I can think of to describe this movie. I haven't been this fascinated by rocks since the first time I laid my eyes on the little Stonehenge from This is Spinal Tap.
Throughout the movie there seem to be dozens of clues and bits of symbolism that leave you just a puzzled as the citizens of the town. Personally, I have no idea what to make of it, and I'm sure that I'd need to watch it another time or two in order to come up with something worthwhile. I've read that Peter Weir once said, "One distributor threw his coffee cup at the screen at the end of it, because he'd wasted…
Some complain about this film's thematic incoherence (is it about sexuality, nature, or nothing at all), and its dog-piling of question after unanswered question. To me those only increase the terror, and as one of the few films out there to be so willfully enigmatic it must be respected. That being said, the opening horror set piece is great enough to extend in cinematic memory for 500 million years, or long enough to find whomever its waiting to inspire to write a better second act. Indeed, images of sleepwalking girls, tiptoeing barefoot through red rock while reciting phrases so clearly not their own, are so inexplicably terrifying that they lessen the dreary drama that comes after. This would have made a perfect short (medium?) film.
charming little movie. partially very reminiscent of the Gemma Doyle trilogy. the pan flute was kinda annoying at the beginning. but you get used to it.
It's rather strange the way Picnic at Hanging Rock manages to be both too consistent and too inconsistent.
The opening half hour leading up to the disappearance is absolutely masterful. Haunting and spectral, it somehow manages to infuse a moving impressionist painting with a near intangible horror that creeps in along the edges and provides every frame with something gut-wrenchingly primal and inhuman.
The titular rock looms over the scenery, surrounded by some kind of malevolent force. On their way up the mountain, the four girls share a story about one's father bringing home a dying deer. Irma tells offhand that her mother always said it was doomed. We can only watch in mounting horror as her words meld with…
A masterful and tantalizing study of what frightens humanity more than all else: the unknown and unknowable--what cannot be understood or explained, yet seems almost within our grasp.
A masterfully composed, distilled portrait of how the unknowable strangeness and grandness of life and being affect, threaten, and strengthen the slipshod construct we call society and the all too fragile, delicate, but firmly present notion we call shared happiness. A film that allows its characters to take a step back and realize the illogical wonder and beauty of the dreamlike flow of life and the consequences of the way people choose to live it. A snapshot behind the curtains of everything at once, frozen for a moment, inexplicable, part of us, and somehow a source of peace and hope.
Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…