The US is twisted by corporate control, with the best resistance to these abominable, unsympathetic corporate forces lying in the power of consumers to change their consumption habits.
A film festival provides lush social cushioning. For its duration, inquiring whether your companion has been to anything on the programme gets the conversation off to an ideal start. A mutual response usefully indicates compatibility.
Sipping (albeit fizzy) red wine while munching on Bellinis (a stretch considering the lack of salmon) was a reeking statement of privilege after emerging from a movie which plunged the audience into gang-patched Gisborne.
Even if they pass the Bechdel test, movieland has a lot to answer for in terms of women’s expression and representation in film.
I highly recommend avoiding this film at the end of a long day. The four-hour-long documentary which contemplates the current economic struggles facing the University of California, Berkeley, is only truly appreciated if mentally prepared.
Doug Dillaman is the writer and director of local feature film Jake about the trials and tribulations of self-funding and self-promoting an independent film in New Zealand.
It starts with Jimi Hendrix playing to an empty bar. In this bar is the girlfriend of Keith Richards: Linda Keith. She befriends Jimi Hendrix, simultaneously introducing him to the music industry and LSD.
That blissful time of year when spending all your money on films becomes even more socially acceptable is fast approaching. The New Zealand International Film Festival embraces the cultural hub of Wellington from the 25 July to 10 August with a programme which demands many circles and underlining in blue ballpoint pen.
The recent obsession for emotionally fraught, desperate Tumblr feeds has been The Fault in our Stars, a film which has swept the world’s movie conscience with heartfelt, sappy recognition.