







On the surface, it looks like a coming-of-age tale about a young girl in suburban Australia. But scratch it and you hit something darker — the peculiar blend of menace and politics critics like to badge as “Australian Gothic.” Think Picnic at Hanging Rock’s mystery, Razorback’s feral threat, or The Last Wave’s ominous soundscape — Celia belongs in that uneasy company.
What’s striking is the slippage between dream and reality: one minute playground spats, the next unsettling visions, all underscored by an atmosphere that won’t leave you alone. It’s scrappy, sometimes uneven, but then Act 3 detonates with a brutal twist that makes you sit up straight and rethink what you’ve been watching.
No, it’s not as polished as the better-known Australian classics, but it’s a strange, prickly piece that lingers in the mind — unsettling in ways you can’t quite shake.