From the soft, hazy photography to the eerie score and pace, it’s clear that Weir’s intent is to hypnotize the audience. And this film is nothing if not spellbinding. The uniquely Australian themes were lost on me initially, but the exploration of sexual repression and hysteria was very clear. I see a lot of this movie in Sofia Coppola’s The Virgin Suicides, although I’m sure that’s an oft-made comparison. They’re both equally beautiful and haunting.