Plot: Nature’s Revenge with a Side of Passive-Aggression
Long Weekend is that unsettling Aussie psychological thriller where a self-absorbed couple, Peter and Marcia, take a weekend camping trip that quickly turns into a lesson in environmental karma. Forget campfire stories—this time, the wildlife itself is the storyteller, and it’s got a bloody grudge.
Our duo arrives armed with an ego bigger than their survival skills and a complete disregard for Mother Earth. From killing kangaroos with reckless cigarette butts to thieving eagle eggs and mowing down trees like it’s a hobby, these two redefine “eco-terrorists.” As if they’re auditioning for the role of ‘Worst Campers Ever,’ nature starts sending subtle (and then not-so-subtle) eviction notices.
Soon enough, the birds peck back, the possums and eagles get aggressive, and the creepy vibes turn into a survival nightmare. When Marcia steals the car and leaves Peter alone in the wilderness, it’s basically Mother Nature’s way of saying, “Hold my koala.” What follows is a slow, brutal spiral into what feels like the world’s most depressing episode of Survivor, except the island is out for blood.
Characters: Peter and Marcia—The Perfect Couple to Piss Off the Animal Kingdom
Peter and Marcia are less like campers and more like walking environmental disasters. Marcia, with her vague boyfriend drama and “grudging” attitude toward the trip, and Peter, who apparently believes he’s the King of the Bush, make an excellent target for nature’s wrath.
Their dog Cricket watches in horror—or maybe just confusion—but even he can’t save them from the natural world’s revenge plot. Neither character earns much sympathy; by the time you realize the animals are the heroes, you’re secretly rooting for a kangaroo stampede.
Dark Humor: When Kangaroos, Cockatoos, and Possums Get Mad, You Know You Screwed Up
The film’s true star is the wildlife with an axe to grind—or claws, beaks, and teeth. It’s darkly hilarious how a cigarette butt starts the whole fiasco, and how the ultimate killer ends up being a sulphur-crested cockatoo, turning the “man vs. nature” trope into “man vs. very pissed-off bird.”
Peter’s demise, ironically caused by a distracted truck driver attacked by a cheeky cockatoo, is a fitting send-off. It’s like nature’s way of sending a sarcastic postcard: “Next time, don’t trash my backyard.”
Production & Style: Aussie Eco-Horror with a Budget and a Message
Directed by Colin Eggleston and written on the fly by Everett De Roche, who just decided to “make it up as he went,” Long Weekend is the cinematic equivalent of a bushwalk where you forgot your map but trust your instincts anyway.
Shot in some stunning Australian wilderness, the film’s mood swings between serene nature shots and moments of creeping dread, even if the plot occasionally feels like a PSA on “Don’t be a jerk to animals.” The choice to omit a hopeful ending in favor of a grim finale where nature finishes the job leaves you staring at the credits with a weird mix of awe and existential dread.
Final Thoughts: If You Hate Nature, This Movie Is Your Guilty Pleasure
Long Weekend is less about jump scares and more about the slow-burning anxiety that Mother Nature is out to collect a very overdue bill from two clueless tourists. It’s a grim, grim reminder that the environment isn’t just a backdrop—it’s a ticking time bomb, and these two are the fuse.
For anyone who’s ever left a cigarette butt in the woods, stolen a bird’s egg, or casually ignored the “No Trespassing” signs, this film is basically your personal horror story.
