Australian writer-director Zak Hilditch has bolted out of the gates with a gnarly and borderline misanthropic end of the world movie, where bloodthirsty madmen roam lawless streets and drug-taking youth party like there's no tomorrow (because there isn't) during the final hours of the earths existence. Extending the Auspocalypse genre pioneered by the Mad Max movies and recently treated as groundwork for a dour parable in David Michôd's The Rover , the doomsday clock is ticking in These Final Hours the twist being that hope for humanity has long passed its use-by date. Hilditch establishes early on that there's no avoiding the catastrophic impact of a meteorite in the mail. Plummeting to earth, it has created a tsunami of fire slowly consuming the world and there's no chance of making it better by shooting Bruce Willis into space and playing a bit of Aerosmith. The end of days is arriving down under, and quick 12 hours is roughly how much time Australia has left. After a tiff with his girlfriend about whether to wind down the clock together or spend it doof-doofing at an apocalyptically good house party, James (Nathan Phillips) opts for the latter and leaves her for dead... - Luke Buckmaster / Guardian
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