Lo mejor de "La última ola" es su introducción y su final. Weir, al igual que en su ópera prima, toma lo místico y lo convierte en una historia de terror. Aquí lo premonitorio se convierte en una suerte de pesadilla (cristalizada), esta impuesta a un individuo escéptico de esa normatividad aborigen. A lo largo veremos cómo los citadinos se sacuden de esa conciencia incipiente. Lo que desmotiva: el drama judicial.
A little more straight-laced then the Still above would suggest. Yet perhaps that's it's strength, it's both somewhat normal 80s crime thriller and elements of the mystical surrealism of Picnic at Hanging Rock. It's those poetic elements and the downright creepiness of this film that cause it to linger.
An outstanding example of controlled, yet highly effective, storytelling by the brilliant Peter Weir - this is without a doubt his best picture. The eerie apocalypticism that manages to creep into the story so subtly soon becomes the overwhelming force that drives it. Beautifully shot from start to finish with incredibly compelling performances by all - "The Last Wave" is the perfect Australian new-wave film.
Peter Weir's amazing water-drenched legal-drama-cum-hallucinatory-mystery about Sydney's aboriginal underclass. I loved it. Its attitude toward native peoples is remarkably similar to Wolfen's. The natives are relegated to the status of an impoverished underclass and pushed to the fringes of the urban environment. By maintaining a connection to their ancient culture, they enjoy mystical powers the whites can't fathom
This film goes places that Picnic at Hanging Rock only hints at. It's eerie and beautiful and rifled with suspense. The cinematography and direction are even more assured here. My favorite quote was, "A dream is a reflection of reality." Portions of this had me wondering if it inspired Lynch and Murakami. I won't be able to get this film out of my head for a while, that much I know.
A haunting character study about a pragmatic man who slowly becomes a believer the hard way. Engulfed by visions that connect him with the mysteries of the aboriginals and an apocalyptic prophecy. Not as well known as 'Picnic at hanging rock' but certainly better.
Two...er...death bones up for the hallucinatory ambience but it’s a fairly unholy cooperation of slack pace, eerie imagery, and sulking didgeridoo. I thought the haunting visuals would be enough to carry the film; by the end, however, the protagonist, the story line, and my expectations had flushed themselves down the sewer.