

A room full of filmmakers with remarkably little insight into the world outside of their bubble.
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A room full of filmmakers with remarkably little insight into the world outside of their bubble.
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My mum was politically conservative. She and my dad were Liberal voters but I still remember the yellow triangular No Dams sticker on her car.
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A gentle love letter to Melbourne that will make you look up with a new appreciation of what you probably walk past every day.
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This is just the kind of documentary you want to watch. It’s got intrigue, a charismatic protagonist and it captures real-life drama unfolding on camera.
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Documentaries don’t usually make me so angry I want to throw something at the screen. Vietnamese film maker Hà Lệ Diễm gives us unprecedented insight into Hmong culture and their tradition of bride kidnapping.
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A surprising gut punch of a documentary that is as tense as a thriller and an emotional tribute to volunteers.
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I walked into this film thinking I knew what kind of experience it was going to be. It’s a documentary by Sue Thomson about the growing number of women aged over 55 in Australia who are finding themselves unexpectedly homeless.
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This sad and beautiful documentary is about an ordinary family who is in fact quite extraordinary.
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I love having an unexpected film experience. James Benning gives us an alphabetical tour of the states, territories and districts of the USA that is part meditation and part lexophile’s delight with a paraprosdokian sting in the tail (look it up).
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You can see that this film has been a labour of love and a way for director Penelope McDonald to honour her friend, Warlpiri artist and actor Audrey Napanangka. It took 10 years of filming and collaboration, over 160 hours of footage – while introducing the film McDonald aptly quotes Da Vinci, “Works of art aren’t finished, they’re abandoned.”
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