TV adaptation of “Picnic at Hanging Rock”

By Luck Buckmaster (The Guardian)

It is hardly original to say the director Peter Weir’s 1975 masterpiece Picnic at Hanging Rock evokes a dream-like ambience. A quote even opens the film, from the famous poem by Edgar Allan Poe, about pondering reality as a dream within a dream. Weir indulged in contradictions: a mood ethereal but haunting; a tone realistic but fantastical; a story open-ended but grimly final.

Though technically a re-adaptation (of Joan Lindsay’s 1967 novel) rather than a remake, the shadow of Weir’s film looms large over Foxtel’s upcoming six-part television series. It will inevitably draw comparisons, and cries of, ‘Why even go there?’

It takes no time for the first episode (which had its first-ever press screening on Wednesday in Melbourne, and forms the extent of this review) to establish a strikingly different groove. Gone are the pan flutes and soft hues. Gone is the elegance. This is a crazier, full throttle, more literally colourful dream, brightness and contrast cranked through the roof.

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