Picnic at Hanging Rock

Picnic at Hanging Rock is a film that is almost purely mood - I first saw it back in high school, or maybe early uni, in summer I think, although inevitably (given the nature of the film and the vagueness of my recollections of it) that would be the season that I associate it with. It stayed with me, and I've thought of it as one of my favourite films since, although more in the way of being a recurring touchstone than on its own terms as such, if there's a meaningful distinction to be made there; returning to it now, I found it to be just as painterly, drowsily dream-like and hazily enveloping as I'd recalled, if slightly less compelling.