This film -- guys wake up in Las Vegas with alcohol-induced amnesia -- is low-flying stuff, but it’s also funny and smartly directed, with small flashes of style, says Luke Buckmaster.
Made in 1975, the Australian film Pure Shit has lingered on the precipice of existence for 34 years. To mark its DVD release, the loquacious and fascinating Bert Deling (now 60) sat down for a yak with Cinetology.
Director McG, whose name and level of cinematic comprehension resembles that of a burger, applies his ham-n-cheese fist to the Terminator franchise. It's, well, agonisingly loud, says Luke Buckmaster.
Nash Edgerton, stuntman and director, has relocated to Hollywood, where local talent inevitably go to try their luck after falling through the crater-sized gaps of the Australian film industry, writes Luke Buckmaster.
A sub-editing slip-up in The Age inspired Cinetology to imagine Michael Moore's films in a parallel universe.
There's a community of film buffs who go to the cinema despite being vision impaired and, in some cases, totally blind, writes Luke Buckmaster. A new initiative in Australia is helping them see.
A slow, sluggish and lacklustre schlock flick, says Cinetology.
Director Sarah Watts' penchant for ailments does however beg the question: which illness and what region of the body will her third film target for dramatic effect? Erectile dysfunction, perhaps? Distended bladder?
The Palme d’Or went to director Michael Haneke’s The White Ribbon. But Australia’s Samson & Delilah did not leave empty handed. Read Cinetology's interview with director Warwick Thornton.
Apparently all you have to do to legally download new movies -- with the government’s assistance in copying, reformatting and uploading requested titles -- is leave the planet, says Cinetology.
