We've successfully heeded that message for half-a-century since On the Beach, and for all our sakes, I hope we continue to do so. But On the Beach should be required viewing for every politician who takes an oath of office, the globe around, just to be certain.
There isn't time. No time to love... nothing to remember... nothing worth remembering.
As On the Beach reaches its solemn, inescapable conclusion, all the film's main characters must determine how they wish to face their imminent demise. Peter, Mary and Jenny remain a family to the end, before taking the suicide pills. Though increasingly in love with Moira, Dwight decides to return to America with his ship and crew...so they can die at home. And old Julian, who has re-fitted a Ferrari and won the Grand Prix, chooses his own way of leaving this Earth as well: carbon monoxide poisoning.
The final shots of the film provide us glimpses of an eerily empty Melbourne -- rendered eternally silent and lonely -- by the end of all human life on the planet.