‘Adelaide’ friends, strangers, shadowy figures in the distance,
At 7 pm on the 20th of February, you are all cordially invited to the first and very possibly last local cinema screening of MALLS, the feature film that I made with my friends Gabriel Bath and Emily Pottinger.
It’s a film about desire, the city, and making your own fun. It’s sad, it’s gross, and hopefully a little bit funny. It’s definitely about me, and if you’ve ever found yourself depressed,…
I’ve already written about Gabe Bath’s first masterpiece (which you can watch here) a fair bit so I won’t expound on it too much more, though I will add that this time it did make me cry, which in my heart proves that Art will triumph over Power in the only battlegrounds that matter.
Mainly though I’d like to use this post to commemorate “AT INTERIM”, the second screening event by moviejuice, an Adelaide-based film collective that I run with…
Few filmmakers get the chance to deliberately mic-drop on their own working life, so there's something inherently special just in the chance to see a major figure of the Actually Good corner of Australian film history craft her own "farewell film-poem to life". But I am stoked to report that MEMORY FILM is more than worthy on its own textual merits. Thornley and editor Lindi Harrison craft a work that is true to the haze of memory and the gorgeous…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
When the chopper appears out of nowhere at the very end was the moment when cinema peaked. Everything since has been a vain attempt to match it.
I have now seen every film produced in the 1870s and it only took me 30 seconds.
