Film
If the title of this review is confusing, it’s by design. Oh, Canada is the latest film by perennially cantankerous and existentially tortured cult icon Paul Schrader. It’s a demanding film – what Schrader calls a ‘mosaic’ – shot in four distinct styles. ... (read more)
The Alliance Française French Film Festival continues to be one of the cultural highlights of the Australian arts calendar. In 2024, the festival attracted a record-breaking audience, eclipsed only by the Taylor Swift tour. ... (read more)
Guy Pearce always seemed like the odd man out among the Australian actors who became Hollywood leading men at the turn of the century – slighter, less conventionally rugged than Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, or Eric Bana. Even Heath Ledger was initially typecast as the kind of swashbuckling rogue with the dimpled smile that Australians have been playing since Errol Flynn cast the mould. But there was never anything twinkle-eyed about Pearce. Hot off Memento, Disney offered him the title role in The Count of Monte Cristo. He turned it down – and asked to play the villain instead. ... (read more)
Shortly before The Seed of the Sacred Fig premièred in competition at the 2024 Cannes Film Festival, where it won the Special Jury Prize, and well before it became Germany’s entry for Best International Feature at this year’s Academy Awards, Iranian writer-director Mohammad Rasoulof was sentenced to eight years in prison, plus a flogging and a hefty fine, for ‘collusion with the intention of committing a crime against the security of the country’. ... (read more)
In the weeks since David Lynch’s death, much of the conversation around his legacy has focused on the dream-like quality of his work, a quality ephemeral enough that long ago it necessitated the coining of its own eponymous adjective: ‘Lynchian’. But without the ease of such brand-name recognition, how might we define what makes a film ‘dream-like’? Is it the absence of hard logic and traditional storytelling beats? ... (read more)
Right now on the website for A24 – the reigning enfant terrible of indie American film distribution – you can buy a ‘Babygirl Milk Tee’ for $40, a T-shirt prominently featuring an image of a tall glass of milk. This is an allusion to one of the more memorable moments in Halina Reijn’s Babygirl, when upstart intern Samuel (Harris Dickinson) surreptitiously purchases a glass of milk for his much-older boss, Romy (Nicole Kidman), at a work function, then watches her drink it in a single gulp; a semi-public display of psychosexual domination.
Brady Corbet made his first film, The Childhood of a Leader, when he was twenty-four. A former child actor, he came to directing after years as the Zelig of the arthouse, acting in films by auteurs such as Michael Haneke and Lars von Trier. When The Childhood of a Leader premièred at the Venice Film Festival in 2015, Jonathan Demme (The Silence of the Lambs), serving as the president of the Orizzonti jury, likened Corbet to Orson Welles, an invocation so sacrilegious it was sure to provoke the ire of certain American critics, who have had Corbet in the gun ever since. ... (read more)
The famous backlash against Bob Dylan’s switch to playing electric music in the mid-1960s is often misunderstood. It was not an objection based on musical aesthetics. Folk purists, such as the audience at Newport Folk Festival in 1965 and the man who shouted ‘Judas!’ at a Manchester show in 1966, were not enraged by the simple fact of the volume, rhythms, and brashness of rock and roll. Dylan’s adoption of what many saw as a popular fad was more a social question of the artist-audience relationship. ... (read more)
The opening frames of Steve McQueen’s Blitz situate us in the midst of all the horror and chaos of Hitler’s lightning war – his blitzkrieg – on Britain in 1940-41. Bombs rain down on the densely populated streets of London’s East End, while firefighters and air raid patrol (ARP) wardens rush to counter the raging flames, dragging bodies, alive or dead, from the rubble. ... (read more)
Mexican filmmaker Michel Franco often darkly depicts the complex dynamics within dysfunctional families. That one of the protagonists in his latest film, Memory, has early onset dementia is by no means a red flag that this will be a hackneyed disease-of-the-week movie. Dementia has been a common theme in many recent films (Still Alice [2014] and The Father [2020] being good examples), sometimes to potent effect, though audiences’ resistance to the well-worn subject may be understandable. ... (read more)