Picnic at Hanging Rock
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- Year:
- 1975
- 115 min
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What we see...
...and what we seem...
...are but a dream.
'Meet me, love, when day is ending. '
'I love thee for thy highborn grace,
'Thy deep and lustrous eye,
'For the sweet meaning of thy brow,
'and for thy bearing so high. '
Six
and seven
and eight
and nine
and ten
and eleven.
'I love thee
'Not because thou art fair,
'Softer than down, smoother than air,
'Nor for the cupids that do lie
'In either corner of thine eye.
'Wouldst thou then know
what it might be?
'Tis I love thee 'cause thou lov'st me. '
See the little horse,
My little horse,
Trotting down the paddock
On his fine white feet
Black horse, white horse,
Brown horse, grey
Trotting down the paddock
On a bright, sunny day.
Someday, Sara, you shall have to
come home with me to the station.
To Queensland.
And meet my sweet, funny family
for yourself.
Would you like that?
You must learn to love...
...someone else apart from me, Sara.
I won't be here much longer.
What do you think?
Miranda, somebody had the nerve to send
Miss McCraw a card on squared paper
covered with tiny sums.
Girls! Girls!
Unless you all deport yourselves
with rather more grace
and considerably less noise,
Mrs Appleyard will see to it that
none of you go to Hanging Rock today.
Bonjour, Miss Lumley.
Good morning, Mademoiselle de Poitiers.
I believe Mrs Appleyard has decided
you're not to go on the picnic, Sara.
That makes two of us.
Off you go!
To St Valentine!
Frre Jacques, Frre Jacques,
Dormez vous...
Tais-toi, Irma.
- Today?
- Good morning, girls.
- Good morning, Mrs Appleyard.
Well, young ladies,
we are indeed fortunate in the weather
for our picnic to Hanging Rock.
I have instructed Mademoiselle
that as the day is likely to be warm,
you may remove your gloves
once the drag has passed through Woodend.
You will partake of luncheon
at the picnic grounds near the rock.
Once again let me remind you that
the rock itself is extremely dangerous
and you are therefore forbidden any tomboy
foolishness in the matter of exploration,
even on the lower slopes.
I also wish to remind you the vicinity
is renowned for its venomous snakes
and poisonous ants of various species.
It is, however, a geological marvel,
on which you will be required to write
a brief essay on Monday morning.
That is all.
Have a pleasant day,
and try to behave yourselves
to the college.
Mr Hussey!
I shall expect you back, Miss McCraw
and Mademoiselle, at about eight
for a light supper.
Come, girls.
This we do for pleasure
so that we may shortly be at the mercy of
venomous snakes and poisonous ants.
How foolish can human creatures be?
There she is, ladies. Hangin' Rock.
The mountain comes to Mohammed.
A hanging rock comes to Mr Hussey.
More than 500 feet high she is. Volcanic,
of course. Thousands of years old.
A million years old, Mr Hussey,
or thereabouts.
Yes, well, of course that'd be right.
Thousands, millions.
Devil of a long time, anyway,
in a manner of speakin'.
Quite a recent eruption, really.
The rocks all around
Mount Macedon itself
must be all of 350 million years old.
Siliceous lava...
...forced up from deep down below.
building the steep-sided mametons
we see in Hanging Rock.
And quite young, geologically speaking.
Barely a million years.
Waiting a million years... just for us.
More cake, Michael?
No, thank you, Aunt. lm...
I think I'll just, um,
stretch my legs a bit.
Oh, don't go too far... and be careful.
There could be snakes.
- How's it goin'?
- All right.
They finished eating, have they?
Pardon?
The colonel and the missus.
- They finished eating, have they?
- Oh, yes, they have.
Expect me up there in a minute, I suppose.
Clear away.
- Can't be more'n midday.
- No.
I thought it was a little early
for lunch myself.
Yeah.
Drink?
Thank you.
You know, they always allow an hour
longer than it takes to get 'ere,
and then they got 'ere straight away.
Thanks.
Ta!
Not that they got anything else to do.
I mean, they never go for
a walk or nothin'.
Get on! Come on!
To St Valentine!
To St Valentine!
I hope you have learned
your poetry, Sara.
Sit up straight, child.
Hold your shoulders back.
You're getting a dreadful stoop.
Well, have you got your lines by heart?
Well, have you?
I can't. It doesn't make sense.
Sense? You little ignoramus!
Evidently you don't know
that Mrs Felicia Heymans is considered
one of the finest of our English poets.
I know another piece of poetry by heart.
It has ever so many verses, much more
than 'The Wreck of the Hesperus'.
Would that do?
What is the name of this poem?
'An Ode to St Valentine'.
lm not acquainted with it.
Where did you find it?
I didn't find it. I wrote it.
You wrote it?
'Love abounds, love surrounds'
Oh, no thank you, Sara. Strange as it
may seem, I still prefer Mrs Heymans.
Give me your book and proceed to
recite to me as far as you have gone.
Your book, please, Sara.
Thank you.
Go on.
I can't.
Not one line?
I expect you to be word perfect when
I send Miss Lumley in in half an hour.
Otherwise, lm afraid I shall have to
send you to bed
instead of letting you stay up until
the others return from the picnic.
Bertie! Bertie!
Jesus, where are you?
Oh, Miranda!
I like this one.
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
'Thou art more lovely and
more temperate.
'Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May,
'And summer's lease hath
all too short a date. '
That's funny!
Blowed if me watch hasn't stopped.
Dead on 12.00.
That's real funny.
C'est trs jolie, n'est-ce pas?
You wouldn't have the time,
I suppose, miss?
Ah, Miranda, your pretty
little diamond watch.
Don't wear it any more.
Can't stand the ticking above my heart.
If it were mine I'd wear it always,
even in the bath.
Would you, Mr Hussey?
Stopped at twelve.
Never stopped before.
Must be something magnetic.
Well after two, I'd say.
We'd better be careful.
I promised Mrs Appleyard I'd have
you lot back at the college by eight.
Except for those people down there,
we might be the only living creatures
in the whole world.
- Excuse me, Mam'selle.
- Yes, Marion?
I should like to make a few measurements
at the base of the rock if we have time.
With Miranda and Irma.
Oh, please, Mam'selle.
We'll be back long before tea.
Et bien. Allez!
May I come too, please?
So long as you don't complain.
I won't. I promise.
And don't worry about us, Mam'selle.
We shall only be gone a little while.
Now I know.
What do you know?
I know that Miranda is a Botticelli angel.
Wait!
Can you manage it, Edith?
- I don't know.
I don't want to get my feet wet.
Oh!
Thought the little fat one
was gonna take a bath.
Some of them are real lookers.
Have a look at the shape of
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