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.

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

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.

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

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

Carla Simón’s presentiments of loss and modernisation in Alcarràs