The Quiet Earth

Hoooo ah! I’m back in action. This is 9-23-97 (Editor’s Note: this is an old review, you haven’t been sucked into some sort of temporal rift.  Don’t worry) and this is my first review in a coon’s age. I actually saw The Quiet Earth about 3 months back and it rocked my world. It was kind of cold outside and I believe I was recovering from a mean hangover. Anyway, it is English or Australian and it features the main male lead in many wacky full frontal nudity scenes. I know all youse fancy pantses is just rushing out there to purchase it now.
Editor’s Note: Ahem. I guess it is a New Zealand movie. Sorry all you kiwis out there.
So… the cause of apocalypse is some kind of accidental energy feedback explosion something or other. And the only people who are left alive are the people who were currently in a state of dying when it happened. So, if you were popping pills and were out of your body when the end hit… you are perfectly safe and alive now. Makes perfect sense, eh?
Like I was saying, there is only 3 people left on earth that you get to see and they are trying to stop the world from going completely in the shitcan. It is 2 guys and a girl, so there is some wacky tension about who digs who and who is rollin in the hay with who. These sort of situations make me feel uncomfortable, but I liked the way they did it.
Anyway, real good looting in this one and you get to see the guy go all wacky and crazy and junk. He starts broadcasting over the airwaves and he gets less and less stable as the days go on. Pretty much a perfect world…. I think I would put this one on my top ten list. It even inspired me to make a post-apocalyptic rap song. I will post it on here very soon in RealAudio format. Check out Volumen Records for more of this insanity. It’s my label. But I digress. What was I talking about? Oh yeah… I love tacos too. Especially squirrel.

The Quiet Earth (1985) Starring: Bruno Lawrence, Alison Routledge Director: Geoff Murphy
The Quiet Earth (1985) Starring: Bruno Lawrence, Alison Routledge Director: Geoff Murphy

Note: This original review was written sometime during 1996-1997, when I was a drunken, twenty-something nincompoop.  I am no longer that person.  Or, that is to say, I am in my thirties now. 😉