Ryan and I just watched Picnic at Hanging Rock. For a classic Australian film, it wasn't very good. I expected it to be full of mystery and suspense. I was worried I might get a bit scared. Instead it was badly written and mostly about the subplots. It was much less scary than when I watched it as a kid. No one got eaten alive by ants, which is what I thought happened. I guess my memory was a little off.

Oh well. At least I've seen it all now.