Ever so often, regardless of who’s around, I’ll go into a lengthy spiel on the overall underratedness of Peter Weir. I was raised on many a Weir film: my mother’s particularly fond of The Year of Living Dangerously, and a good chunk of my junior year English class in high school focused on themes from his adaptation of The Mosquito Coast.
The House Next Door has a fairly lengthy appreciation of Weir’s filmography to date. It’s a hell of a read.