After exiting the Sydney Premiere of Zak Hilditch’s These Final Hours, which
has been on the festival circuit since the Melbourne International Film
Festival last year (including a place in the Director’s Fortnight at
the Cannes Film Festival this year) I was overwhelmed by somewhat
volatile emotion. It is difficult to explain, because my first reaction
to the film was not a positive one. While the film never ceases to be
compelling, I had issues with some of the filmmaking, there were
continuity problems and an ending shot we have seen in another film this
year. On top of that I didn’t particularly enjoy the experience. The
anxiety and anger that took over me resulted in me attacking, as a
reflex, some elements of the film that I didn’t care for. Without much
justification. This confusing emotion subsided later in the night, as I
thought more about the film, and I began to realize that this sort of
strong reaction is rare. I had to figure out what it all meant.
These Final Hours is an audacious and authentic apocalyptic
thriller, but it also manages to be distinctly ‘Australian’ and connects
with the audience on a personal level, whether you relate to these
characters or not. Their behavior is concerningly plausible, and
Hilditch has absolutely nailed the details of suburban mayhem that would
ensue. This is a provocative film in that it says things about the
ugliness of humanity that we don’t think about day-to-day, but we know
is true. The scariest thing about this sort of situation is not so much
the ‘threat’, but the hysteria and unpredictability of others.
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