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Picnic at Hanging Rock

Peter Weir • 1975 • Australia • 107 min

Monday Feb 23 @ 6:00pm
Monday Feb 23 @ 8:30pm

Thoughts from the committee


“All that we see, and all that we seem, is but a dream: a dream within a dream”

On a hot, languid day in February 1900, in the bush near Mt Macedon, Victoria, a group of schoolgirls idle drowsily on a picnic to celebrate St Valentine’s Day. They lie in the shadow of the looming, prehistoric monolith Hanging Rock. Venturing into the bush and ascending the Rock, three schoolgirls and their governess vanish without a trace. 

Peter Weir’s Picnic at Hanging Rock is an evocative, haunting meditation on desire, longing, and the anxiety of settlement. The pull of the unknown, uncontain-able “something” of Hanging Rock resists the class, gender and rigid Victorian structures imposed on the Australian landscape. Throughout the film it almost appears to bristle or pulsate as the ripples of the disappearances begin to take effect. 

These incongruous elements contrast to create a slippage and dislocation that eventually dissolves into horror as the narrative progresses. From the first eerie peals of the pan-pipes that mark the film’s musical theme, Picnic at Hanging Rock leaves audiences destabilised, but drawn – as Miranda, Irma Marion and Miss McCraw were – to the mystery at the heart of Hanging Rock.

“This horrific tale is told with marvelous shadowy indirection and delicate lyricism. It is full of enigmatic silences, which create a nice, ironic tension between the film’s genteel manner and its really quite ferocious theme.” — Richard Schickel, TIME

Featured member reviews


Thank you! As stunning, sensory and mysterious as when I first experienced the film as a kid decades ago. Supremely spellbinding and disturbing, it keeps opening new pathways of meaning each time I visit. Wonderful to see those Aussie actors toward the beginning of their careers on the big screen again and sure enough, I am still in the thrall of Rachel Roberts.

Breathtaking. The sequences on the Rock, especially those swirling, disorienting camera pans designed to envelope the viewer in the monolithic forms, were stunning. The pan pipes will ring in my ears all week!

A great opening night film - very glad to have my first viewing of it be in a full Embassy theatre (with thanks to the WFS staff for managing the large numbers so well!)

The gothic atmosphere, the cosmic pull of nature, the institutional rot ... instant all-time favourite.

Like a Merchant/Ivory production got lost in the Australian bush. There is undeniable romanticism, here, gauzy and pre-Raphaelite, but it is obvious how much it doesn't belong in the country it has invaded.