Unlike most festival directors, clamouring to be the biggest or best or most niche or most independent, Bondi Short Film Festival (BSFF) director Francis Coady doesn’t particularly want to discuss what sets his festival apart. He knows journalists ask, however, so he’s got the answer ready.
Work Tagged ‘Arts’
Electrofringe
First published in The Brag.
Electrofringe Festival co-director Daniel Green has had a “big, goal-kicking day” when I call him. “I’d like to think the festival is as under control as possible at this stage,” he says cautiously. “Although there’s always another curve ball thrown at you. That’s the nature of the beast!”
“The beast” is Electrofringe, TINA’s experimental electronic arts festival. This year, Electrofringe presents around 60 events – from performances, artist presentations, exhibitions, workshops, panel discussions, exhibitions, screenings and public interventions. Due to the sheer exuberance of those involved, it’s a festival that often seems to bite off more than it can chew; yet always seems to pull it off too.
‘I am love’ – review
First published on pagesdigital, here.
I emerged from Italian melodrama I Am Love with my head and heart spinning. Director Luca Guadagnino has made a rich and hypnotic film of grand scale about love, tradition and entrapment. Starring the inimitable Tilda Swinton I Am Love tells the tale of the Recchis, a high-society Milanese family, whose traditions are dissolving around them, creating first a ripple, then a tidal wave of change.
Way to Heaven – review (Stables Theatre)
The Brag,
May, 2010
It’s 1942, and a Red Cross inspector is invited by the Nazis to visit a Jewish ghetto near Berlin. He tours the town and sees normality: couples court, children play, vendors sell their wares. Conditions are tough but acceptable, the inspector reports. The inspector is wrong.
‘Harry Brown’ – review
First published on pagesdigital, here.
High on drugs, two youths on a motorbike screech around a London housing estate. Filmed as a dizzying point-of-view sequence at the start of ‘Harry Brown’, the grey English sky wheels overhead and buildings streak by in a silvery blur. Viewed at this speed even the ugly estate looks lyrical.