Australian-set adaptation of a James Herbert book shot by David Hemmings? What could go wrong? Everything you would expect and more, down to a twist ending of the sort even shithouse-phase Outer Limits would have baulked at (ie exactly the sort of thing you’d find turning up in an M Night Shyamalan film today, lauded by the world’s Kermodes as a triumph of the filmmaker’s art). Still, Robert Powell and Jenny Agutter.
