In 1977, I doubt if audiences were as open to a film like this as they might be today. Assaulted in the 1970s with such fare as "Rosemary's Baby" it would have been natural to reject this without giving it a chance.
Thankfully, DVDs are forever.
Weir creates a film of foreign concepts, foreign to us but at home to an Aboringine still in touch with tribal ways.
Hail stones the size of bricks arrive out of a clear blue sky. Muddy rain falls on Sydney. The sky is filled with rainbows and strange southern lights in the middle of the day.
If you surrender yourself to the Aborigine concept of dream time, it makes perfect sense. What is surprising is to find that an Australian (Richard Chamberlain) has been forecast as part of this end of cycle.
Weir used real tribal people and gave them a kind of supervisory approval for the script to be as authentic as possible.
If you let your mind absorb the film without defense systems, it packs a worthwhile punch.
Thankfully, DVDs are forever.
Weir creates a film of foreign concepts, foreign to us but at home to an Aboringine still in touch with tribal ways.
Hail stones the size of bricks arrive out of a clear blue sky. Muddy rain falls on Sydney. The sky is filled with rainbows and strange southern lights in the middle of the day.
If you surrender yourself to the Aborigine concept of dream time, it makes perfect sense. What is surprising is to find that an Australian (Richard Chamberlain) has been forecast as part of this end of cycle.
Weir used real tribal people and gave them a kind of supervisory approval for the script to be as authentic as possible.
If you let your mind absorb the film without defense systems, it packs a worthwhile punch.