The Italian Film Festival returned this year with a bang!

These more theatrical elements bridged old and new storytelling techniques, and also provided a reason for people to go to the cinema.

Nuclear war? H’uh! What is it good for?

They wade through flooded towns in gas masks and hazmat suits, unable to breath in the toxic miasma of a sepia-toned world.

Sex? In My City?

Carrie’s inner-city brownstone becomes a two-room inner west studio, and her rent increases so rapidly she must sell out to Newscorp to keep up

Eye contact, physical affection and double entendre have collectively formed a shared culture of ‘reading the room’.

I never wanted those dim lights to rise.

Mamma Mia and the feminist movements

Phyllia Lloyd’s Mamma Mia (2008) is a 108 minute slice of feminist paradise.

Gotta be, VeggieTales

There’s something so magnificently anarchic about vegetables issuing advice through musical scripture sequences.

Fruits of their labour

Carla Simón’s presentiments of loss and modernisation in Alcarràs