Review

The "something" that Robins could see coming took two years, and when it arrived, it was called Picnic at Hanging Rock. On October 28, 1975, Helen Frizell in the Herald described it as "the best Australian film that I have ever seen - and the most unusual in its distillation of youth, summer and tragedy ... the film haunts the mind like a dream. ... With Picnic at Hanging Rock, the Australian film industry reaches its Getting of Wisdom." The '70s, as predicted, proved to be the decade of the arty Australian film.