WATCH is ThreeThousand's guide to movies in Melbourne. While we focus on art-house and independent releases, we never shun our secret pop-culture pleasures. WATCH also has its fingers on the pulse of film-festivals and specially programmed events and we give tickets away every week. We have also been known to organise special preview screenings, which we always chicken out of introducing on the microphone before the previews start playing.
Fashion designer Tom Ford's directorial debut is high modernism at its most mannered and hallucinatory. Perhaps Ford means to express the increasingly unreal quality of life for a man who's decided to die. But secretly, I think he's just wallowing in aesthetics. That scene with the topless tennis players is a bit much.
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But the only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.
I could never get into Twin Peaks. Maybe I didn't give it enough time, maybe I'm a fool, but the four episodes I saw were more than enough. Despite the sour impression, I still remember the scene-stealing pirouette by a mystery actor in the background of the high-school hallway. The swift spin and extended ‘energy transfer' out of frame stayed with me longer ever since, even if his name remained unknown.
Sam Taylor-Wood's photographic and video work tackles sex, vulnerability and pseudo-religious catharsis - you may know her portrait of David Beckham sleeping - so it's fitting that her first feature film follows one of music's biggest icons, John Lennon. Nowhere Boy depicts John (Aaron Johnson) as a lost, angry teenager ricocheting between his stern guardian, Aunt Mimi (Kristin Scott-Thomas), his feckless mum Julia (Anne-Marie Duff) who'd given him up when he was small, and his newfound love: rock'n'roll.
I just can't get over how much Dennis Hopper looks - and sounds - like Owen Wilson. However, Owen doesn't have an ACMI exhibition dedicated to his creative life, nor a tie-in film program. One day, Butterscotch Stallion. One day.
This isn't a retrospective of Hopper's films, but a collection of features, shorts and rarities exploring the turbulent culture in which he thrived.
When you're making a film about a pixieish lady who succeeded in a man's world, Hilary Swank's your go-to girl. At first I found her accent odd here, but turns out that's just the way pioneering aviatrix Amelia Earhart talked. Amelia is as fluffy and diaphanous as the white clouds and fluttering silk scarves it so often depicts, constantly reiterating that flying slaked Earhart's thirst for "freedom" from social constraints.
The first warm winds of summer seem to blow a bunch of weirdos into the city and what's worse is that it blows them up to all the rooftop bars that Melbourne now has to offer. I mean, don't these people live in basements?
This observation is not meant to offend but simply serve as a warning that from November 17 to March 27 Rooftop Cinema is the only safe rooftop experience that the CBD has to offer.
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