Title: Don't need ZzzQuil after this schnoozer
Product review: Zzzzz. Zzzzz. Zzzzz. What was that? Oh, that was me, waking myself up while watching "Picnic at Hanging Rock."OK. I'm kidding a bit. I didn't really fall asleep, but I wish that I had. What was the point of this film, really? Did someone read a little too much about Sigmund Freud's work, and say to himself, "Self, how may I take some of Freud's theories and put them to work in a movie?" To be fair and a little bit more reasonable, I believe that women might take some offense to some of this stuff.Was this film based upon a true story? I looked around the web and I'm still not sure. And after wathing, I actually don't care. You might like this film, but my guess: you won't. Maybe watch this movie and call me in the morning. Actually, don't do the former or the latter. But if you do the former, at least you won't need any ZzzQuil.
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