

ACMI in Melbourne is running a retrospective of the films of Mohammad Rasoulof, an Iranian director who has made some of my favourite films (Manuscripts Don’t Burn, A Man of Integrity, There is No Evil).
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ACMI in Melbourne is running a retrospective of the films of Mohammad Rasoulof, an Iranian director who has made some of my favourite films (Manuscripts Don’t Burn, A Man of Integrity, There is No Evil).
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Kristoffer Borgli (sick of myself 2022) takes a delightful premise and then drains it of joy and drama.
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Okay full disclosure, I have a bias towards Nicolas Cage films. He won me over with The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and now I get as much enjoyment out of his films that are badly scripted and acted as I do from the good ones.
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I still feel suffused with the golden light and intense motion of Andrew Haigh’s masterful exploration of individual and generational grief.
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Goran Stolevski drops us into a maelstrom of a household and holds us there through grief and hardship and transcendent moments of love.
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This isn’t the easiest film to like. A quasi documentary based on the memoir by writer director Bill Bennett about his pilgrimage along ‘the way’ to Santiago de Compostela.
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Sequels come with expectations, perhaps of inevitable disappointment. The two predecessors to this film were solid, tense and imbued with the adorable coupledom of John Krasinski and Emily Blunt who further burrowed into our hearts during Covid with their goofy charm.
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The ‘zone of interest’ was the Nazi party term for the 40 square kilometre area around Auschwitz and also the name of Martin Amis’s novel, a very different version of a glimpse into the life and home of Rudolf Höss.
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Refreshingly unpredictable and the kind of film that would usually have been about blokes, not daughters and body building lovers.
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There aren’t many films I watch where I feel my heart is in my mouth right up until the final act. Alex Garland is not one of my favourite directors so perhaps my expectations were slightly lowered for this intimate meditation on media and the personal choices we make.
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