

I’m still feeling emotionally wrung out after this quietly intense drama, directed by Cole Webley but with the understated feels of writer Robert Machoian’s (The Killing of Two Lovers) all over it.
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I’m still feeling emotionally wrung out after this quietly intense drama, directed by Cole Webley but with the understated feels of writer Robert Machoian’s (The Killing of Two Lovers) all over it.
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I expected a kaleidoscope of kick-ass Michelle Yeoh martial arts awesomeness and got that and much more.
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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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I sat in the front row of the Capital cinema for the first time to watch this intensely emotional epic from Agnieszka Holland as a man across the aisle from me was chewing on something that sounded like a hard lolly with his mouth open for the first 10 minutes of the film and I couldn’t handle it. The front row was a good choice as it enveloped me in the austerity and complexity of this story of asylum seekers in Europe.
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I couldn’t hold back the tears through the ending of this film. It ends with a magnificent crescendo of hope that I found profoundly beautiful and poignant, and then, as the credits roll, the first notes of The The’s This is the Day starts to play and I dissolved.
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On my forays to Melbourne, I don’t often re-watch a film at the cinema – so many new films, so little time – but Parasite was worth a second go, especially as Cinema Nova was screening a black-and-white version.
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It’s a pleasure to watch a meticulously crafted film where the story keeps unfolding right up until a transcendental ending.
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This is one of the most heartfelt and inventive documentaries I ever remember seeing.
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I loved Babak Jalali’s Radio Dreams (2016), and he doesn’t disappoint with the tonally very different but just as meticulous Fremont.
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