
1977 · Peter Weir
How The Last Wave has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Landed to respectful but puzzled reviews in 1977 — many critics admired the mood while finding it murky next to Picnic at Hanging Rock. Decades later, a Criterion release and the slow-burn 'eerie cinema' revival recast it as one of the Australian New Wave's great unsettling films.
Fans still go back and forth on whether Weir's outsider treatment of Aboriginal Dreamtime is genuinely humble engagement or an exoticizing mystery-box — and whether the famously ambiguous ending is profound or a shrug.
Its apocalyptic weather — black rain, frogs, water seeping in everywhere — became shorthand for creeping cosmic dread, and the film is routinely name-checked as an ancestor of today's slow-burn 'elevated' unease.
A cult object living in Picnic at Hanging Rock's shadow: the Weir deep cut cinephiles press on each other as the eerier, stranger sibling.