Picnic at Hanging Rock keeps finding me.
I first encountered it at university, while writing my dissertation on how the Australian landscape was coded and trying to be reimagined through poetry, local narratives, and political and economic brand campaigns.
It was a film that unsettled me then and haunts me now.
A story steeped in ambiguity, feminin…
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