<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:26:15.008+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The DaveScale - Diaries of a Movie Snob</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The DaveScale™&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;b&gt;0 - 4.5:&lt;/b&gt; Fail, thumbs-down, very few (if any) redeeming qualities. (F to D+)&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5 - 5.5:&lt;/b&gt; Thumbs-down but a pass. (something like a C-)&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6 - 7.5:&lt;/b&gt; Fair to Good, passable (C to B)&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;b&gt;8 - 8.5:&lt;/b&gt; A very good film, 4 stars. This mark and above comes down to taste. (B+ to A-)&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9:&lt;/b&gt; Excellent. (A)&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9.5 - 10:&lt;/b&gt; An essential film. (A/A+)&lt;br/&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-6908029481731240163</id><published>2008-06-07T19:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:12:51.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyelids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/BLUE_EYELIDS_4_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/BLUE_EYELIDS_4_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0481320/"&gt;Blue Eyelids&lt;/a&gt;, directed by Ernesto Contreras with an original screenplay by his brother, Carlos Contreras, is yet more evidence as to why Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;auteurs&lt;/span&gt; are making critical tidal waves on the international film circuit.  Beautifully and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imaginatively&lt;/span&gt; photographed, like so many recent Mexican films, a lonely Marina has a chance encounter with an equally lonely Victor while she is desperately longing for someone to share in a trip for two that she won to an exotic Mexican beach resort.  She doesn't remember him from school, and he feels that she isn't the fun girl she used to be.  Their situation, getting to know each other, is filled with a stunning tension that is touching and surprising, but has a profound undercurrent of sadness.  This affecting tone is so simple, yet it feels fresh and wonderful.  Cecilia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suárez&lt;/span&gt; and Enrique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arreola&lt;/span&gt; embrace the journey and quirky characters they are given by the Contreras brothers with elegance and style, and their eventual romance is something to behold.  There is an incredible sense of melancholy to the piece; Contreras directs with simultaneous flair, wit and subtlety while always keeping an eye on the unusual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt; of the overall piece.  Are these brothers the Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coens&lt;/span&gt;, bringing a novel oddness to on-screen storytelling?  We can only hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Ernesto Contreras, Mexico, 98 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-6908029481731240163?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/6908029481731240163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=6908029481731240163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6908029481731240163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6908029481731240163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue-eyelids.html' title='Blue Eyelids'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-8878694237213437331</id><published>2008-06-07T15:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:13:32.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Tight, Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/HOLD_ME_TIGHT_LET_ME_GO_1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/HOLD_ME_TIGHT_LET_ME_GO_1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mulberry Bush school in Oxford caters for students aged 8-12 who need to be removed from regular schooling due to their harmful and unacceptable classroom behavior. This, as Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Longinotto's&lt;/span&gt; documentary &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1178626/"&gt;Hold Me Tight, Let Me Go&lt;/a&gt; carefully and tastefully reveals, is due to significant traumas in the lives of these young subjects. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Longinotto&lt;/span&gt; has taken an observational approach to the material similar to Nicolas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Philibert's&lt;/span&gt; 2002 film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0318202/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Etre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Avoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but unlike that film, the students are not charming. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Philibert's&lt;/span&gt; documentary brings a one-teacher school to the screen, here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Longinotto's&lt;/span&gt; film, the staff:student ratio is 104:40 and it's no wonder; the teachers are physically abused, spat on, sworn at, but they stay working there. To its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;detriment&lt;/span&gt;, the majority of scenes take place in the classroom. It would have been beneficial to learn more about why the teachers and staff are at this particular school - how did they arrive there? Why not another school? At times, while engrossing and fascinating, her film becomes repetitive and had she moved away from the classroom or even included a girl in the mix (young girls have a very different educational experience to that of boys) it might have felt more complete and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt;. It lacked a sense of the bigger picture and an extra twenty minutes of diversity would have been appreciated. Despite this flaw, for the most part it is a worthy piece. The arcs of the selected students are well shaped and many moments, while very sad, are quite moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7.5 &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Longinotto&lt;/span&gt;, UK, 100 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-8878694237213437331?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/8878694237213437331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=8878694237213437331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8878694237213437331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8878694237213437331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/hold-me-tight-let-me-go.html' title='Hold Me Tight, Let Me Go'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-7991873142877348128</id><published>2008-06-07T10:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:14:10.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/QUIET_CHAOS_1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/QUIET_CHAOS_1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coping with the death of a loved one is explored often in film, but Antonello Grimaldi's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0929412/"&gt;Quiet Chaos&lt;/a&gt; brings a gentle, new perspective to this process. Pietro, as played by Nanni Moretti, suddenly loses his wife, forcing him to find a way to step sideways from his corporate life into the more important role of being a single father. His daughter seems to accept her mothers death much quicker than he, and in an effort to be close and to understand her, he waits in an adjacent park while she is at school. This becomes habitual and he begins to relocate his life to this new, safe location. Grieving husbands can be overplayed, but Nanni Moretti brings a wonderful warmth and restraint to Pietro; it's a beautifully handled, complex performance. Indeed, all performances are very good. Grimaldi directs with confidence and there are some moments of magic, but at times the film becomes too melodramatic. The music score, winner of the David di Donatello award this year and composed by Paolo Buonvino, is obtrusive because it is too frequent and comments obviously on the drama, rather than providing a subtle undercurrent. The use of contemporary songs is jarring, also. Grimaldi makes up for a few slips with a wonderfully assured ending, closing a story that is engaging and, in many ways, satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7.5 &lt;/span&gt;on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Antonello Grimaldi, Italy, 112 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-7991873142877348128?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/7991873142877348128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=7991873142877348128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7991873142877348128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7991873142877348128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/coping-with-death-of-loved-one-is.html' title='Quiet Chaos'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-2074539470920435955</id><published>2008-06-06T21:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:09:15.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/CHOKE_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/CHOKE_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1024715/"&gt;Choke&lt;/a&gt; is an odd film.  Victor, as played with unusual charm by Sam Rockwell, is a sex addict.  He goes to meetings (well, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meet'ings&lt;/span&gt;) and is all consumed with women and his desperate quest for action.  In addition, and for fun perhaps, he fakes choking in restaurants to benefit from the generosity of those who rescue him from his this fake circumstance.  Her regularly visits his mentally unstable mother - yet another strange maternal performance from Angelica Huston - and eventually meets a doctor who might mean more to him than any other woman he has ever done/met.  Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palakniuk's&lt;/span&gt; darkly comic writing, he also wrote 1999's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0137523/"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/a&gt;, is so wrong and offensive, it is actually very clever and subversive.  He has a way of giving us repulsive characters that are still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; and engaging.  Victor is no exception; he's repellent but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you want to like him&lt;/span&gt;.  Sam Rockwell makes the most of his role, Joel Grey, in a minor role, is cleverly cast as a meeting member and Kelly MacDonald, after 2007's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477348/"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/a&gt;, proves that she is an actress to watch.  Filled with sensational moments of bad taste and some hilarious situations, Choke is a memorable but curious comedy that leaves an interesting, infectious aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Clark Gregg, USA, 89 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-2074539470920435955?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/2074539470920435955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=2074539470920435955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/2074539470920435955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/2074539470920435955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/choke.html' title='Choke'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-5946922102896904348</id><published>2008-06-06T21:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:49:15.491+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/_Funk_The_1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/_Funk_The_1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cris Jones' new animated short, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1236195/"&gt;The Funk&lt;/a&gt;, is an outstanding achievement.  Filmed, and then animated like a serious of complex, moving photographs, the slick black-and-white style suits his story perfectly.  The score and sound design is remarkably detailed but it Jones' surprisingly funny screenplay that becomes a revelation as it unfolds with with, purpose and importance.  Proving that you can do a lot in seven minutes, The Funk is a superb piece which deserves to reap many festival and end-of-year accolades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir.Cris Jones, Australia, 7 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-5946922102896904348?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/5946922102896904348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=5946922102896904348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5946922102896904348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5946922102896904348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/funk.html' title='The Funk'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-4791425321376287304</id><published>2008-06-06T18:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:33:45.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/VISITOR_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/VISITOR_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Writer/Director Thomas McCarthy's second film following &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0340377/"&gt;The Station Agent&lt;/a&gt; explores similar material.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0857191/"&gt;The Visitor&lt;/a&gt; finds Walter Vale (Richard Jenkins) empty, lost and a little lonely much like Peter Dinklage's Finbar in that previous film.  However, The Visitor has more of a political agenda.  It's not a particularly subtle one either, but thanks to Jenkins' extraordinarily restrained work as Walter, the film has a genuine warmth and honesty.  McCarthy lets the audience watch Walter as he develops a necessary friendship with two African refugees he finds illegally living in his New York apartment.  They, Tarak and Zainab, are beautifully played by Haaz Sleiman and Danai Jekesai Gurira; they present totally believable work.  Also excellent is Hiam Addass as Tarak's mother.  The way in which some directors are exploring New York post 9-11 is becoming cliche, but McCarthy shows us a different side - a city that is sadly losing its multicultural identity.  The gentle touch that he brings to his directing rarely distracts and it if wasn't for the slightly obvious approach he has in the final moments of the film, overall would be a magnificent.  Still, as the characters are so interesting and the performances so superb, The Visitor offers a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Thomas McCarthy, USA, 103 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-4791425321376287304?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/4791425321376287304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=4791425321376287304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4791425321376287304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4791425321376287304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/visitor.html' title='The Visitor'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-7432952648564481517</id><published>2008-06-05T15:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:42:12.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Revanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/REVANCHE_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/REVANCHE_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anchored by a great screenplay with strong dialogue and narrative, Götz Speilmann's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1173745/"&gt;Revanche&lt;/a&gt; delivers.  The fallout of a bank robbery gone wrong (of course) unfolds with excitement as a superb ensemble cast bring characters in integrated stories - a bored housewife, illegal Russian prostitutes, an empty police officer and a fresh out of gaol criminal - to life with great competence.  All four leads shine, particularly Ursula Strauss as the policeman's wife.  The shades of grey in her portrayal of Susanne are fascinating.  Unlike most contemporary thrillers, Spielmann provides space for his cast to actually act and deliver the emotional punches in his screenplay.  It's refreshing that none of his characters exist merely as 'plot devices'; they are all flawed and believable people in a very real environment.  All technicals are superb with Martin Gschlacht's thoughtfully framed cinematography and Karina Ressler's simple, unobtrusive editing assisting greatly in the build up of tension.  It is indeed a taut thriller and certainly, a must-see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Götz Speilmann, Austria, 121 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-7432952648564481517?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/7432952648564481517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=7432952648564481517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7432952648564481517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7432952648564481517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/revanche.html' title='Revanche'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-8775452225067842237</id><published>2008-06-05T14:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:42:30.054+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Lonely</title><content type='html'>* no picture available*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some good ideas and a length that doesn't out-do its subject matter, Rachel Turk's debut short, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feelinglonely.moonfruit.com/"&gt;Feeling Lonely&lt;/a&gt;, feels quite fresh.  Angus Robertson plays Rob, a young man enjoying the 'talents' of 45-year old "Mother Manchester" on an internet stream.  It's all enjoyable at first, but things are not as they seem.  Turk uses her film to comment on new media and communications in a land of voyeurism and it works for the most part.  It has a slick look thanks to some good cinematography and sharp editing - unfortunately, Angus Robertson doesn't feel right as Tom; he overplays.  All things considered, it's a solid debut from Turk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Rachael Turk, Australia, 10 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-8775452225067842237?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/8775452225067842237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=8775452225067842237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8775452225067842237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8775452225067842237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-lonely.html' title='Feeling Lonely'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-8613301700084104612</id><published>2008-06-05T12:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:36:53.144+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/WONDERFUL_TOWN_2_film_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/WONDERFUL_TOWN_2_film_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of the tattered coastline in Taiwan following the devastating tsunami are still chilling and amongst this, Aditya Assarat sets his quiet and gentle film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135992/"&gt;Wonderful Town&lt;/a&gt;.  Exploring ideas pertinent to the location and also his two central characters - loneliness, isolation and recovery - initially creates interest.  This is an interesting concept.  While the film takes some surprising turns, Assarat's deliberate pacing of the film creates a distance between the viewer and the film itself that doesn't always engage.  This pace is intentional and appropriate given the content of the piece, but it makes for an unusually cold experience.  Anchalee Saisootorm brings an understated charisma to Ton, a Bangkok architect escaping his dull city life, but Supphasit Kansen as Na, the owner of an always-empty hotel, is too removed from her own life to be engaging.  Perhaps this character is underwritten.  As a result, their chemistry sometimes feels stiff and unconvincing.  The landscape is well captured and at times, the film is moving, but it feels to superficial to warrant recommendation or a repeat viewing.  Perhaps the film needed some more characters and colours to justify its long 92 minute runtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Aditya Assarat, Thailand, 92 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-8613301700084104612?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/8613301700084104612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=8613301700084104612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8613301700084104612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8613301700084104612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/wonderful-town.html' title='Wonderful Town'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-4924908189109043359</id><published>2008-06-05T12:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:38:16.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/HAZE_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/HAZE_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Chen's short film, &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/film_details.asp?id=10&amp;amp;fID=650"&gt;Haze&lt;/a&gt;, brings together two teenagers spending the day 'wagging school' on an unusually hazy day in Singapore.  They channel surf, eat anything they can find that requires minimal preparation and have sex.  It is possibly her first time.  Chen captures the rawness of teen awkwardness and immaturity nicely but his film doesn't reach any great nor new heights.  Directors have explored this idea before, and in my opinion, a lot more interestingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1045670/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Anthony Chen, Singapore, 15 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-4924908189109043359?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/4924908189109043359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=4924908189109043359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4924908189109043359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4924908189109043359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/anthony-chens-short-film-haze-brings.html' title='Haze'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-3410626405266524582</id><published>2008-06-05T10:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:15:35.347+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy-Go-Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/Happy-Go-Lucky_1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/Happy-Go-Lucky_1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1045670/"&gt;Happy-Go-Lucky&lt;/a&gt; is Mike Leigh's 6th film to have its Australian premiere at the Sydney Film Festival. It's no surprise that he's been invited back so frequently either - his films are filled with wonderful, engaging characters and this is no exception. At the heart of this film is Poppy, an optimistic, vibrant primary school teacher working, learning how to drive and just generally getting-by in London. At first it's unclear whether her unflinching positivity is genuine, but as the film progresses, Leigh presents us with a beautifully layered character; full of charm and believability. It's a wonderful journey in no small part thanks to Sally Hawkins. She is fantastic as Poppy. Her thoughtful work soars off the screen while the chemistry generated between herself and other actors and characters - Eddie Marsan as her driving instructor and Alexis Zegerman as her flatmate/colleague are particularly impressive - always feels true. Hawkins' performance will be one of the most talked about or one of the most overlooked come year-end awards time. Certainly, she is worthy of numerous accolades. Leigh's screenplay sparkles with plenty of good laughs balanced by more tender moments and the score composed by Gary Yershon reflects the charm of Leigh's piece. Overall, it is exceptionally warm, an audience pleaser, and a terrific comedy. This is a marvellous film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Mike Leigh, UK, 118 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-3410626405266524582?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/3410626405266524582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=3410626405266524582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3410626405266524582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3410626405266524582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-go-lucky.html' title='Happy-Go-Lucky'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-3381115544492068843</id><published>2007-06-19T10:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:00:36.422+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegy of Life. Rostropovich. Vishnevskaya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/elegy1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/elegy1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Sokurov's film allows the viewer to spend time with the most famous classical music couple in Russia, Mstislav Rostropovich and Galina Vishnevskaya.  He is a most accomplished cellist, having inspired and premiered works by Shostakovich and Prokofiev; she, untrained, has the most incredible and surprisingly natural voice and has opened a school for the operatic arts after having achieved on the stage herself.  These are incredible musicians, and would have made for a great film but sadly, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0860401/"&gt;Elegy of a Life&lt;/a&gt; isn't it.  In two parts, thoroughly disconnected from one another, it lacks direction and it is also a little sexist.  Rostropovich is engaged in wonderful discussions, though not contextualised for those without a classical music background, about performing, composing and life as a musician but Sokurov only seems to be interested in Vishnevskaya's family life, and life as a mother.  At times, it seems as if he is unaware of her musical accomplishments.  What is most frustrating and thoroughly irritating is Sokurov's narration.  It is in first-person and the monotone delivery is mixed far too close to the foreground.  It's grating.  It really destroys the elegance of his subjects and makes for, frankly, painful viewing.  Thankfully, when there is music making, he disappears.  Sadly though, there are glimpses of the couples' performances but Sokurov denies us the opportunity to see them all the way through.  They are either cut short or interlocked with other scenes and in some cases, jumbled amongst other performances.  In the end, this documentary doesn't do these remarkable musicians justice.  It's just not a good film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Alexander Sokurov, Russia, 110 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-3381115544492068843?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/3381115544492068843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=3381115544492068843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3381115544492068843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3381115544492068843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/elegy-of-life-rostropovich-vishnevskaya.html' title='Elegy of Life. Rostropovich. Vishnevskaya.'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-1623020993184747627</id><published>2007-06-19T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:34:57.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturne</title><content type='html'>The Sydney Film Festival programme tells me that &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/film_details.asp?id=10&amp;fID=333"&gt;Nocturne&lt;/a&gt; was 'created by contact-printing film by hand and informed by Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachmusik'.  That sounds interesting enough, but this short is horrendous.  Supposedly clever, people around me laughed and clapped, yet it does nothing but distort the images and the grossly over-played Mozart score for little impact.  I feel sorry for Peter Tscherkassky having put all of this effort in for one minute of junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Peter Tscherkassky, Austria, 1 minute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-1623020993184747627?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/1623020993184747627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=1623020993184747627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/1623020993184747627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/1623020993184747627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/nocturne.html' title='Nocturne'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-6413032368924462970</id><published>2007-06-18T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:30:12.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The African Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/africanqueen1a_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/africanqueen1a_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what was surely a major triumph in 1951, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043265/"&gt;The African Queen&lt;/a&gt; is John Huston's first film in colour.  Starring Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn, the pair sail down the Belgian Congo in his boat, 'The African Queen'.  The title comes to mean a great deal more, of course.  This is a wonderful film for which Humphrey Bogart won his only Academy Award (though, Marlon Brando in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0044081/"&gt;A Streetcar Named Desire&lt;/a&gt; would have been my choice) for his counter-type performance as a lost, poor man with a heart of gold.  He is truly charming and surprisingly funny.  Katherine Hepburn, in one of her many Oscar nominated performances, is brilliant also.  She and Bogart have a wonderful chemistry that holds the film together - they are really the only characters in this film.  James Agee &amp; Huston's clever screenplay engages and, the mark of a great film, it has held up well over time.  My only criticism would be of Allan Gray's music score - it doesn't fit the drama much at all.  Don't let that detract, this is a marvelous film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. John Huston, UK/USA, 105 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-6413032368924462970?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/6413032368924462970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=6413032368924462970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6413032368924462970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6413032368924462970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/african-queen.html' title='The African Queen'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-5237818244552301951</id><published>2007-06-18T16:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:31:25.495+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/poison1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/poison1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is up itself.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0814656/"&gt;Poison Friends&lt;/a&gt; is very smart, but it knows it.  Why then is this incredibly French film so frequently engaging?  Writer-Director Emmanuel Bourdieu's film centers on a group of elite literature-heads as they pursue writing, reading and general excelling.  Andrè, Thibault Vinçon, appoints himself as the leader of this group and the others, surprisingly, accept this.  At first, his confidence and arrogance is fresh and exciting to them, but the tides turn and as they begin to succeed themselves, they become disillusioned.  All of the performances here are terrific.  The sense of ensemble has obviously been nurtured throughout the shoot; the players seem to be enjoying their place in the story.  The narrative twists about frequently and not being able to predict upcoming events adds to the enjoyment of this incredibly pretentious film.  As Andrè believes, "Writers only write because they can't control themselves".  Let's hope that Bourdieu pulls the reigns in on his next project, his word-heavy wank sessions could get tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Emmanuel Bourdieu, France, 107 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-5237818244552301951?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/5237818244552301951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=5237818244552301951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5237818244552301951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5237818244552301951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/poison-friends.html' title='Poison Friends'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-7795708465659623329</id><published>2007-06-17T20:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:03:48.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>London to Brighton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/londontobrighton_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/londontobrighton_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0490166/"&gt;London to Brighton&lt;/a&gt; begins as Kelly (Lorraine Stanley) and Joanne (Georgia Groome) are fleeing London by train.  We quickly learn that Kelly, sporting a major bruise to her face, is a prostitute and 11-year old Joanne has had a serious run-in with an authority.  This authority, it turns out, is Kelly's pimp, Derek (Johnny Harris), who has his own issues with a gangster-esque character, Stuart (Sam Spruell).  The film follows the developing relationship between Joanne, as she explores life on the run, and Kelly, as her maternal instincts get a good working over while she works the streets.  This is intense drama and for the most part, it works.  Stanley and Groome give stunning performances - it feels as if they've been working together for years - and Paul Andrew Williams directs with originality and a true sense of suspense and real-life horror.  Some of the male performances border on excessive but given the direction of the film, it becomes forgivable; their work in no way detracts from the powerhouse performances of the ladies who carry the film. The cinematography is also captivating.  Christopher Ross uses the full frame with flair.  An excellent but gruelling film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Paul Andrew Williams, UK, 86 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-7795708465659623329?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/7795708465659623329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=7795708465659623329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7795708465659623329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7795708465659623329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/london-to-brighton.html' title='London to Brighton'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-4931300594074961916</id><published>2007-06-17T18:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:53:52.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Animated Shorts</title><content type='html'>A surprisingly dark assembly of animated shorts.  I will keep reviews here brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lost Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/lostbag1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/lostbag1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Using a combination of stop-motion and computer animation, this film tells a classic fable of a man who finds a sack of gold, and wants to return it to the rightful owner.  Incredibly imaginative, the curious perspectives (peoples heads are bigger than some of the houses) and wonderful design are a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Jean-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Luc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Greco&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Catherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buffat&lt;/span&gt;, France, 14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Puppetmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/puppetmaker3_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/puppetmaker3_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Australian short is quite magnificent.  The animation is frequently stunning and the sad tale of a marionette wanting to explore life away from his strings is captured with a great deal of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Timothy Gaul, Australia, 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Happy End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/myhappy1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/myhappy1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brilliant piece explores life for a dog once it has caught its own tail.  Simply drawn, and reminiscent of the great Warner-Bros cartoons, the film is hilarious but also very touching.  The music score is also sensational.  A great animated short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Milen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vitanov&lt;/span&gt;, Germany/Bulgaria, 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/farmthe_list_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 93px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/farmthe_list_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Georgina Adams, UK, 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Memories of Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Simone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Massi&lt;/span&gt;, Italy/France, 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Life at 40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/mylifeat401_list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/mylifeat401_list.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Laurie Hill, UK, 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/pinch1_list_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 106px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/pinch1_list_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Jody Kramer, Canada, 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The White Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/whitewolf1_list_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 112px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/event/whitewolf1_list_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.5 &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Pierre-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Luc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Granjon&lt;/span&gt;, France, 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who I Am and What I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Chris Shepherd, UK, 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-4931300594074961916?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/4931300594074961916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=4931300594074961916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4931300594074961916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4931300594074961916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/animated-shorts.html' title='Animated Shorts'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-9088475559958251973</id><published>2007-06-17T11:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:05:36.055+10:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vie En Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/lavieonrose3_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/lavieonrose3_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450188/"&gt;La Vie En Rose&lt;/a&gt; is sure to make serious money at the Australian box office - it is incredibly entertaining and of course, French.  Olivier Dahan's biopic explores the life of Edith Piaf, the extraordinarily talented French singer who began on the streets, and ended as an international icon.  Although a French film, it could easily be mistaken as a Hollywood biopic not that dissimilar to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0350258/"&gt;Ray&lt;/a&gt;, Taylor Hackford's 2004 birth-to-earth film on Ray Charles, though La Vie En Rose isn't always sequential.  We see the ending first, and throughout the film it flashes backwards and forwards to, I image, contextualise events and keep the viewer engaged.  This technique bothered me, not because it seemed unnecessary but because it would have been equally powerful as a more straight-forward retelling; there are enough ups and downs in Piaf's life to engage without the tricks.  Marion Cotillard is absolutely stunning in this role.  It is one of the great recent performances - every part of her is Edith Piaf from her exceptional stage work to the more subtle, sometimes more theatrical home life.  Everything that makes this film fantastic is because of her revelatory, career-defining performance.  She will surely be a front-runner for the Academy Award, and certainly, she will be nominated.  The music in the film is superbly mixed - it will give you goosebumps.  Overall, this is a pretty wonderful film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Olivier Dahan, France, 140 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-9088475559958251973?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/9088475559958251973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=9088475559958251973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/9088475559958251973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/9088475559958251973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La Vie En Rose'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-4563233143176596088</id><published>2007-06-16T14:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:49:02.565+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Treasure of the Sierra Madre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beckerfilms.com/Treasure.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.beckerfilms.com/Treasure.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Huston's 1948 classic, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0040897/"&gt;The Treasure of the Sierra Madre&lt;/a&gt;, sees Humphrey Bogart, Tim Holt and Walter Huston (John Huston's father) unite in their search for gold.  For them, finding gold would be the start of a better life, and a ticket to exit Mexico.  The film features some superb performances.  Huston is magnificent, Holt is wonderfully understated and Bogart, in an unusual role, is also at the top of his game.  In true Huston style, the performances work wonderfully together - no-one steals scenes nor detracts from the direction of the film.  Having said that, Walter Huston's work here is an absolute joy to watch - his laugh is nothing short of infectious.  He went on to win the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor in 1948.  Beautifully shot and directed, the themes of the film - the dark side of greed, the pressures of wealth and the evil in deception - still resonate today.  A mid-movie slump causes the film to stall for a short while, it may be a little long, but this is still a remarkable film which has certainly passed the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. John Huston, USA, 126 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:  It's widely acknowledged that Bogart owes a lot to Huston for his career taking off.  Prior to working with Huston on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033870/"&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/a&gt; in 1941, Bogart was type-cast as the bad guy who always dies before the end of the film.  Obviously, he went on to become something of a Hollywood icon.  John Huston has a cameo in Sierra Madre playing an American who keeps giving his pesos to the poor Bogart beggar.  A great moment in film history sees Bogart beg for some money after already having hit up the Huston character a few times prior.  Huston obliges but notes, "But from now on, you'll have to make your way through life without my assistance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-4563233143176596088?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/4563233143176596088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=4563233143176596088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4563233143176596088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4563233143176596088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/treasure-of-sierra-madre.html' title='The Treasure of the Sierra Madre'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-2337469331536275322</id><published>2007-06-16T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:24:15.682+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Comrades in Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/comrades1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/comrades1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A German-funded documentary, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0893513/"&gt;Comrades in Dreams&lt;/a&gt; offers a taste of cinema in North Korea, India, Burkina Faso and the mid-west of the US through the eyes of four local cinema owners.  As you would expect, there are obvious differences - North Korea plays only inspired 'propaganda' type films with a strong sense of nationalism, where the other cinemas can play what they like, although those from India proudly prefer local home-grown films.  Director Uli Gaulke directs with subtlety; he allows time for his subjects to have their say and his observational style works well.  The film has suffered in the editing room, though.  It lacks a clear narrative structure resulting in a series of scenes that don't seem to follow on naturally from one another.  The placement of the four stories amongst each other is uneven - the Indian film is dropped too early.  Gaulke's subjects could have been fleshed out a great deal more (they are definitely interesting enough) which suggests that this material would have been better suited to a four-part television series where there is more time to fully explore the intricacies of each story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Uli Gaulke, Germany, 100 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-2337469331536275322?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/2337469331536275322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=2337469331536275322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/2337469331536275322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/2337469331536275322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/comrades-in-dreams.html' title='Comrades in Dreams'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-3944064134283155586</id><published>2007-06-15T21:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:22:35.348+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up and Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/dixiechicks1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/dixiechicks1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told during a whirlwind of constantly changing media hype, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0811136/"&gt;Shut Up and Sing&lt;/a&gt; follows the Dixie Chicks from the top of the charts to their all-time lowest after Natalie Maines, their lead singer, condemns the Bush administration and Bush himself during a performance in London.  Rather awkwardly, this occurred immediately prior to the US invasion of Iraq in 2002.  The republican fans (who make up the majority of their audience) heavily criticised and took offence to their lack of patriotism and subsequently, they were banned by most local radio stations in the South.  This prompts the girls, Maines along with Emily Robison and Martie Maguire, to unite and stick up for their right to speech.  The peak of this drama comes in the form of a death threat, prompting the girls to take a break and return in 2005 to write a new album.  This album is clearly inspired by the turbulent events of the previous years and it shows.  The new album is a triumph, a remarkable change in direction for the group, and certainly, far more satisfying musically.  Watching them write and sing with such honesty is a real joy.  This is a terrific documentary.  The moments that have been captured on film, I'm sure it's no fluke, are priceless; there are some wonderfully candid moments.  The film has a great pace, is wonderfully edited and aside from a few stumbles exploring the home life of the Chicks, amounts to an excellent film regardless of whether you're a fan of their music or not.  It's hard not to have increased respect for them by the time the credits role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Barbara Kopple and Cecilia Peck, USA, 99 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Unfortunately the documentary was completed before this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZVObCA3A1s"&gt;Record of the Year - Grammy Awards 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5t3Mddrfyzs"&gt;Album of the Year - Grammy Awards 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good on them.  Also, here's a great clip of the talented ladies singing the award winning song from the award winning album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-lJu5ibAM8"&gt;Dixie Chicks - Grammy Awards Performance, "Not Ready to Make Nice"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-3944064134283155586?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/3944064134283155586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=3944064134283155586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3944064134283155586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3944064134283155586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/shut-up-and-sing.html' title='Shut Up and Sing'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-8300692846336827846</id><published>2007-06-15T12:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:34:08.525+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Away from Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/awayfromher2_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/awayfromher2_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Polley's directorial feature, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0491747/"&gt;Away from Her&lt;/a&gt;, certainly shows that she is more than just an actress.  Clearly influenced by Atom Egoyan's style (she worked with him on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120255/"&gt;The Sweet Hereafter&lt;/a&gt;) her film has a smooth, deliberate pace that suits the material.  Fiona (Julie Christie) and her husband, Grant (Gordon Pinsent), together decide that it is time for Fiona to move into an aged-care facility.  Her onset of Alzheimer's arrives quickly, but Gordon is torn between wanting to give her a dignified home situation and not wanting to let her go - they have had a marvellous life together.  Julie Christie is very fine as Fiona, but it is Gordon Pinsent's performance that is remarkable.  He shows great depth as Gordon, always understated and gracious.  It is a difficult character, one we don't see often, yet he plays Gordon with ease.  Also, despite her limited screen time, it is worth noting Olympia Dukakis' lovely performance as Marian .  She should work more.   While Sarah Polley's direction is assured, her screenplay, adapted from a short story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Bear Came Over the Mountain',&lt;/span&gt; lacks a power to match the performances.  The dialogue is, at times, stiff and some scenes don't flow well together.  Perhaps this is a stylistic decision but even so, it felt inconsistent.  This weak writing lessened the impact of the couple's relationship early on, diminishing the compassion we should feel for them later on.  Having said that, there is still a lot to enjoy in this ultimately touching film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Sarah Polley, Canada, 110 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-8300692846336827846?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/8300692846336827846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=8300692846336827846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8300692846336827846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8300692846336827846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/away-from-her.html' title='Away from Her'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-5710859688944008802</id><published>2007-06-15T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:56:55.854+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Climates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/climates1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/climates1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuri Bilge Ceylan's Turkish film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0498097/"&gt;Climates&lt;/a&gt;, follows the journey of Isa (played by Ceylan himself) after the end of his relationship with his wife (played by real-life wife, Ebru Ceylan).  Over three seasons - the summer break-up, the autumnal affair and the winter re-uniting - we come to feel Isa's emotional poverty and his uncertain longing for times past.  Ceylan's portrayal of Isa is appropriately muted but cold and the pace of the film is contemplative, at times bordering on arduous.  His film requires a great deal of patience; he is asking a lot of the audience and at times, giving little in return.  The ending is rudely abrupt and elusive.  Ebru Ceylan brings a mystery and warmth to her character that is mostly interesting and the cinematography is frequently arresting but despite this and some terrific moments, the film is too slow for its content.  It was difficult to stay focused and interested in these characters and situations for what felt like a lot longer than 101 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Nuri Bilge Ceylan, Turkey, 101 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-5710859688944008802?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/5710859688944008802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=5710859688944008802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5710859688944008802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5710859688944008802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/climates.html' title='Climates'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-6281593042787861216</id><published>2007-06-14T16:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:44:42.348+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/outoftheblue1a_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/outoftheblue1a_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Gray went on a shooting spree in 1990 murdering thirteen residents in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aramoana&lt;/span&gt;, a coastal town south of Dunedin.  Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sarkies&lt;/span&gt;' exceptional film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0839938/"&gt;Out of the Blue&lt;/a&gt;, follows the journey of the gunman over this 24 hour period while capturing the quietness of the town and the impact of such a tragedy on a small community.  The event unfolds slowly, with discipline, and not a frame is wasted.  Australia cinematographer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greig&lt;/span&gt; Fraser's work is remarkable.  The large, mostly unknown ensemble is superb, as are all aspects of the film - editing, score etc.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sarkies&lt;/span&gt; has created a brilliant film; the horror and tension of the massacre is superbly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juxtapositioned &lt;/span&gt;alongside the inexperience of the local police officers, their lack of resources and the colours of the local characters. The film is void of cliche and unfolds naturally -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt; Sarkies&lt;/span&gt; obviously respects the emotional gravity of the event and doesn't pull cheap tricks for thrills, instead he opts for subtlety.  The characters are instilled with a quiet, unassuming dignity; they are all incredibly brave, and this film, no doubt, does the real residents of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aramoana&lt;/span&gt; justice.  This is a stunning, yet tragic film and one of the finest films to come out of New Zealand.  It is certainly one of the best films of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.5&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sarkies&lt;/span&gt;, New Zealand, 100 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-6281593042787861216?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/6281593042787861216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=6281593042787861216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6281593042787861216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6281593042787861216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the Blue'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-4454564458529922904</id><published>2007-06-14T13:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:59:27.188+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Company of Actors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/InTheCompanyOfActors_1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/InTheCompanyOfActors_1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Darling's documentary follows the Sydney Theatre Company production of Hedda Gabler as it re-rehearses following a successful 2004 Sydney season, before opening at the Brooklyn Academy of Music in 2006.  It is a wonderfully captured insight into theatre - what makes it work, how the actors approach their roles, the technical demands and the creative processes in general.  Interviews with Andrew Upton, Cate Blanchett, Robyn Nevin and others are fascinating - it is easy to see why they are considered to be some of the finest craftspeople in Australia.  Observing the rehearsal process in the lead up to opening night in New York is compelling.  These people are remarkable talents; it is a pleasure to be in their company for a brief 75 minutes.  They are articulate and inspiring.  The narrative arc of the documentary is excellent thanks to the masterful editing of Sally Fryer.  &lt;a href="http://www.inthecompanyofactors.com/itcoa/index.php"&gt;In the Company of Actors&lt;/a&gt; is a fitting homage to Australian theatre and its contemporary artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Ian Darling, Australia, 75 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-4454564458529922904?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/4454564458529922904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=4454564458529922904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4454564458529922904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4454564458529922904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-company-of-actors.html' title='In the Company of Actors'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-908981763064121857</id><published>2007-06-14T11:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:40:45.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/bella1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/bella1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482463/"&gt;Bella&lt;/a&gt; won the audience award at the Toronto Film Festival but I'm not exactly sure why.  Told over a day, Jose (Eduardo Verástegui) and Nina (Tammy Blanchard) leave the restaurant where they work.  She is fired for being late, and as a result, he walks off the job in protest.  They spend the rest of the day contemplating life and sharing stories of themselves with one another.  This is a flawed film.  Verástegui, hiding behind a blatantly symbolic beard, gives a thin and incredibly unconvincing performance; Manny Perez (as Manny) is worse - his performance is bad.  Tammy Blanchard is by far the most accomplished performer here, and it shows; she is much better than this material.  Aiming for a style not dissimilar to Richard Linklater's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112471/"&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381681/"&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; films, but much less successful, Alejandro Gomez Monteverde and Patrick Million's screenplay touches on a number of significant issues - abortion, manslaughter, grief - but fails to say anything meaningful about them.  Two-thirds of the way through the film, Jose shares a dark secret with Nina and following this revelation, the characters and drama lack plausibility.  This stalls the rest of the film; the manipulative ending falls flat, expectantly.  Despite Blanchard's performance, some good ideas and solid technical work (the editing and soundtrack are very good) the film feels too much like a first draft - not yet ready for the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Alejandro Gomez Monteverde, USA, 91 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-908981763064121857?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/908981763064121857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=908981763064121857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/908981763064121857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/908981763064121857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/bella-won-audience-award-at-toronto.html' title='Bella'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-5878007334511341234</id><published>2007-06-13T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:39:37.939+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killer Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/killerwithin2_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/killerwithin2_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Bechtel, a loving, caring family man and a lecturer at the University of Arizona, shot and killed a fellow college student 50 years ago.  Director, Macky Alston, documents Bechtel's journey as he, after 50 years of secrecy, reveals this to his daughters, family, colleagues and students.  Bechtel's motivation in doing so is to warn others about the ramifications of extreme bullying, something that Bechtel was afflicted to throughout his youth.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497398/"&gt;The Killer Within&lt;/a&gt; is a compelling film.  Alston doesn't judge Bechtel, instead he makes a careful effort to portray the conflicting opinions of those he has affected by his actions both 50 years ago and revealing his secret this decade.  Bechtel's daughters are particularly shocked and distraught by his revelation prompting them to delve deeper into the specifics of the killing.  This is a complex moral issue - Alston is clearly interested in the notion that we, as humans, are all the result of contingency.  The resulting discussions are often profound.  Some black-and-white dramatisations are unnecessary and distracting, the film is, at times, a little sluggish, and Bechtel's daughters emerge as pretty earnest, but this is still a fascinating portrait of a man who has made an incredible life for himself thanks to forgiveness and a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Macky Alston, USA, 77 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-5878007334511341234?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/5878007334511341234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=5878007334511341234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5878007334511341234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5878007334511341234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/killer-within.html' title='The Killer Within'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-8280677713294923846</id><published>2007-06-13T14:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:58:26.822+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Song Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/homesong1a_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/homesong1a_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Ayres' follow-up to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0284631/"&gt;Walking on Water&lt;/a&gt; sees Rose (Joan Chen) marry an Australian and relocate to Melbourne with him and her children in the early 1970s.  She leaves him almost immediately and begins to reinvent herself with little regard for her children and the people she meets along the way.  Rose is a selfish and pretty unlikeable character and as a result, Ayres' film doesn't resonate.  This biggest problem is with his screenplay which is far too episodic; the incredibly unsophisticated and clunky dialogue does nothing to improve matters.  The story is told from Tom's (Joel Lok) perspective, but this causes confusion - as a young boy, how would he know what is mother is really doing when she is away from him?  He often admits to not understanding what is going on around him.  By the time Ayres redeems some of his characters, we are no longer interested in their journey; they seem erratic and often lack credibility. The film feels repetitive at times, too.  Having said that, the art direction, costuming, music score and cinematography are all excellent and even though some of the exterior characters border on over-the-top caricatures, the performances are mostly good.  Joan Chen is regularly captivating and Yuwu Qi (as her lover, Joe) has a commanding, if slightly creepy, screen presence.  As a whole film though, despite some surprising moments, it doesn't amount to much. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452631/"&gt;Home Song Stories&lt;/a&gt; is a pretty disappointing Australian film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Tony Ayres, Australia, 103 mins)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-8280677713294923846?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/8280677713294923846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=8280677713294923846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8280677713294923846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/8280677713294923846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-song-stories.html' title='The Home Song Stories'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-7134452488860996120</id><published>2007-06-13T12:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:39:20.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All In This Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/allinthistea1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/allinthistea1_film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1015968/"&gt;All In This Tea&lt;/a&gt; documents the passion of David Hoffman, a tea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;connoisseur&lt;/span&gt;, as he explores remote areas of China looking for great tea to export to America.  The documentary also touches on the origins of tea, the workers and farmers of the tea fields, and more importantly, focuses on the frustrations that arise in Hoffman's dealings with Chinese authorities, specifically with regards to exporting.  Taking a bag of tea from China to the US isn't easy and the aggravation this causes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoffman&lt;/span&gt; is clear, thanks to a well directed film from 72-year old, Les Blank.  Hoffman's enthusiasm for tea is contagious and you can certainly feel for the situations that arise.  It's an interesting film - we see a lot of China and simple moments in the loves of the tea workers - and certainly a must-see for people who like a good cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Les Blank, USA, 70 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-7134452488860996120?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/7134452488860996120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=7134452488860996120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7134452488860996120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7134452488860996120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-in-this-tea.html' title='All In This Tea'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-313398563648845846</id><published>2007-06-12T14:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:39:13.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witnesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/WITNESSES-THE-1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/WITNESSES-THE-1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0487273/"&gt;The Witnesses&lt;/a&gt;, refers to a group of observant friends keeping an eye on each other, and an eye on the AIDS epidemic as it break in Paris in the mid 80s. Manu, a young, gay man, contracts the virus and this spreads ripples through his relationships with an older friend, his lover and his lover's wife. Writer-Director, André Téchiné, presents a drama that is all too familiar and as a result, it lacks bite. Much of the film feels contrived; it's hard to believe the actions of the characters at times and the jumps in continuity don't add much to the tension, instead they interrupt the flow of the fairly straight-forward narrative. Rather annoyingly, the score feels too much like Philip Glass' work on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0274558/"&gt;The Hours&lt;/a&gt;, but here it's much less effective. Luckily, and surprisingly, some of the more melodramatic moments in the screenplay work nicely. The performers bring a credibility and commitment to their scenes making the material a lot better than it deserves to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dir. André Téchiné, France, 115 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-313398563648845846?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/313398563648845846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=313398563648845846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/313398563648845846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/313398563648845846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/witnesses.html' title='The Witnesses'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-841490966352187485</id><published>2007-06-12T12:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:38:57.244+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindsight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/blindsight3_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/blindsight3_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braille without Borders is a school for blind children in Tibet and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0841084/"&gt;Blindsight&lt;/a&gt;, the film, follows several of these children, mentors and guides as they attempt to climb the second highest peak in Tibet. The journey is a triumph for the students who are ridiculed in the streets for their disability (it is believed that their disabilities in this life are due to sins in a previous life); the climb is designed to give them the courage to believe in themselves and their strengths. Blindsight is a tremendous achievement not only for the superb work of the crew - it is photographed, edited an directed with confidence - but for its incredible, inspired story. The tension that arises between the carers' concern for the welfare of the students and the American climbers' intention and desire to reach the peak makes for compelling drama. As a result, it is always fascinating. The students are magnificent; their courage and bravery are an absolute joy to watch. This is a great documentary - an essential film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dir. Lucy Walker, UK, 104 mins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-841490966352187485?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/841490966352187485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=841490966352187485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/841490966352187485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/841490966352187485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/blindsight.html' title='Blindsight'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-7294369981860194509</id><published>2007-06-12T10:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:38:31.325+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Times and Winds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/timesandwinds_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/timesandwinds_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A meditation on self-discovery amongst youth in a small Turkish community, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0855729/"&gt;Times and Winds&lt;/a&gt; explores territory that we've seen many times before in 'coming of age' films - snapshots of youth playing games, disliking their parents, minor crushes etc. Surreal at times, director Reha Erdem meanders from one event to another often without purpose, the intention vague. The haunting yet rich orchestral score seems to contradict the subtle tone of the film, and the result is distracting. In contrast, the cinematography captures the mood of the film superbly. The performances are mostly effective, it at time a little under-directed. A confusing mixed bag with enough well observed moments to make it moderately worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dir. Reha Erdem, Turkey, 111 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-7294369981860194509?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/7294369981860194509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=7294369981860194509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7294369981860194509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7294369981860194509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/times-and-winds.html' title='Times and Winds'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-5055391083058955620</id><published>2007-06-12T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:38:17.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/theflag1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/theflag1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filmed on Children's Day, April 23, &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/film_details.asp?id=10&amp;fID=274"&gt;The Flag&lt;/a&gt; is successful in capturing the strength of Nationalism amongst Turkish youth at a stadium celebration. It is fascinating to see the children's devotion to their country, but at the same time, it's a little frightening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Köken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ergun&lt;/span&gt;, Turkey, 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-5055391083058955620?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/5055391083058955620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=5055391083058955620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5055391083058955620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5055391083058955620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/flag.html' title='The Flag'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-3094979187886072459</id><published>2007-06-11T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:21:06.194+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Suely in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/suelyinthesky1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/suelyinthesky1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ainouz's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0841175/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the Sky&lt;/a&gt; centres on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hermila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, an 'impoverished but full of life' character, determined to create a brighter future for herself. Her husband abandons her and their child in a small Brazilian community and in order to make ends meet, inspired by some of her friends, she decides to raffle herself off to the lucky winner for a night - "a night in paradise". Her journey is a fascinating one. Despite making a series of wrong choices, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hermilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is always warm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;likeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thanks to a terrific central performance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hermilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Guedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She is full of a raw, natural energy that bursts from the screen. Her face is so expressive, even the tiniest moments ring true. In fact, thanks to a great screenplay, beautiful cinematography and wonderful performances from the entire cast, the whole film has an honesty that places you in this time and place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;convincingly&lt;/span&gt;. Full of terrific scenes and tender moments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Suely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the Sky is certainly a memorable film and a triumph for cinema in Brazil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DaveScale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Karim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ainouz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Brazil, 88 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-3094979187886072459?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/3094979187886072459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=3094979187886072459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3094979187886072459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3094979187886072459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/suely-in-sky.html' title='Suely in the Sky'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-1194385075428373185</id><published>2007-06-11T18:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:22:30.337+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Corroboree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/corroboree1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/corroboree1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding a new voice in cinema is probably quite difficult. Ben Hackworth tries this in his new Australian feature, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0906747/"&gt;Corroboree&lt;/a&gt;. The film sees a young 'Adonis' male employed by a dying man to re-enact scenes from his life with the help of five actresses. These actresses are, for the most part, working from a script, where young Conor O'Hanlon is placed to react naturally to the drama around him. Hackworth is clearly interested in the process of performance, that of a theatrical style interacting with that of a more natural, improvised style. The problem though, is that the leading man, O'Hanlon, is particularly drab, uninteresting and thoroughly uninspired on screen. Hackworth's surrealist approach, borrowing heavily from Michael Haneke, Gus Van Sant and David Lynch, fails spectacularly because there are no characters to identify with and his film is technically bland. Hackworth admits to intervening in the original concept during the shoot to move the drama forward, but even then it becomes too obscure and certainly, uneven in tone. The highlight is a scene which is quite funny and awkward, but in retrospect, this doesn't fit with the rest of the character of the film at all. He aims for cathartic, but ends up with a flat mess. Let's hope that Hackworth's next film actually works. The 'cinema of ideas rather than a cinema of story' style just doesn't work for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dir. Ben Hackworth, Australia, 95 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*edit - Ben Hackworth is the director of this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-1194385075428373185?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/1194385075428373185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=1194385075428373185' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/1194385075428373185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/1194385075428373185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/corroboree.html' title='Corroboree'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-2818359714580082591</id><published>2007-06-11T14:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:37:46.741+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maltese Falcon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/MALTESEFALCON1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/MALTESEFALCON1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033870/"&gt;The Maltese Falcon&lt;/a&gt; has certainly passed the test of time. A 40s classic (it's easy to see why) that bubbles with wit, charm and an intriguing story. All performances are excellent, particularly Humphrey Bogart as Sam and Mary Astor as Brigid. They also have an odd, but magnificent, screen chemistry together. A great film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dir. John Huston, USA, 1941)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-2818359714580082591?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/2818359714580082591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=2818359714580082591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/2818359714580082591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/2818359714580082591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/maltese-falcon.html' title='The Maltese Falcon'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-5136351524645803980</id><published>2007-06-10T19:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:37:05.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Vote for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/pleasevoteforme1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/pleasevoteforme1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/film_details.asp?id=10&amp;fID=114"&gt;Please Vote for Me&lt;/a&gt; is a thoroughly enjoyable Chinese documentary that sees a teacher of Year 3 announce elections for Class Monitor as a tool to teach democracy to her students. Through simple observational techniques and completely natural, charming characters, the documentary is always engaging and interesting. The frightening comparisons to our own voting process make for a great deal of humour. I can't wait to see this film again - it's outstanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dir. Weijun Chen, China, 55 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-5136351524645803980?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/5136351524645803980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=5136351524645803980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5136351524645803980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/5136351524645803980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-vote-for-me-is-thoroughly.html' title='Please Vote for Me'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-4079047799896176785</id><published>2007-06-10T18:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:36:49.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood of Yingzhou District</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/bloodYINGZHOU4_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/bloodYINGZHOU4_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Oscar-winning short documentary tells the story of a set of children affected by an AIDS outbreak in China as a result of their parents donating blood and re-injecting it for money. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0859595/"&gt;The Blood of Yingzhou District&lt;/a&gt; is sad story, but underdeveloped - either through soft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;filmmaking&lt;/span&gt;, lack of funding or political difficulties associated with filming this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt; story in China. A longer, more in-depth documentary would have been a better approach to this material. Still, it's a good start an bringing an important issue to the surface through film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(dir. Ruby Yang, China, 39 mins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-4079047799896176785?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/4079047799896176785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=4079047799896176785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4079047799896176785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/4079047799896176785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/blood-of-yingzhou-district.html' title='The Blood of Yingzhou District'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-3591799654324322995</id><published>2007-06-10T13:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:50:50.469+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/daysofglory1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/daysofglory1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1943, France enlisted troops from nations in northern Africa to aide its fight against Nazi Germany. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0444182/"&gt;Days of Glory&lt;/a&gt; tells the story of a small group of these soldiers as they fight for France, their 'homeland'. Sadly, the French mistreat and discriminate against the mostly Muslim troops, denying them fruit, leave and even censoring their letters home to loved ones. These solders come to fight for more than freedom for France, they fight for acknowledgement, respect and cultural recognition. This fresh war film from Algeria tells an important story, but it's not without flaws. The intention of the solders is sometimes unclear, at one point hypocritical, and the drama becomes muddled at times. The third act, however, is magnificently handled by director &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bouchareb&lt;/span&gt; as a small group of men fight against a seemingly insurmountable opposition. This lifts the film to a terrific climax. He captures the determination and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diligence&lt;/span&gt; of the solders as well as the tension and horror of the war itself. Perhaps more horrifying though, is watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bouchared&lt;/span&gt; stumble as he adds a thoroughly misplaced and pointless coda to the final moments of the film. This slapped-on finale is incredibly frustrating and ultimately lessens the impact of the film. The cast is excellent, photography is thoughtful, and although it teeters on repetitive, the message of the film - that of tolerance, respect and fairness - is an important one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rachid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bouchareb&lt;/span&gt;, Algeria, 120 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note: How did Pedro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Almodovar's&lt;/span&gt; warm, funny and touching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0441909/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make it to the final round of Foreign Language Oscar voting, but miss out to this? Further proof that this category needs a serious reinvention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-3591799654324322995?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/3591799654324322995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=3591799654324322995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3591799654324322995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/3591799654324322995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/days-of-glory.html' title='Days of Glory'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-1407193538185938543</id><published>2007-06-09T20:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:36:33.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of Egos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/clashofegos1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/clashofegos1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This comedy from Denmark sees Tommy, an aggressive down-and-out father, stalk Klaus, a try-hard arthouse director, for making films too obscure for a night out with his kids. An unexpected injury while an extra on Klaus' new film sees Tommy, as compensation, land a co-directing/writing gig on his next film. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0484368/"&gt;Clash of Egos&lt;/a&gt; is surprisingly unpretentious, and certainly some of it is very clever and funny. Jabs at sentimental films like Ghost are particularly memorable. The two central performances (Ulrich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thomsen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nikolaj&lt;/span&gt; Lie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaas&lt;/span&gt;) are solid - they have good chemistry - but while it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;, it doesn't reach any great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heights&lt;/span&gt; due to an annoying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; love-story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;subplot&lt;/span&gt;. A fun film regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.5 &lt;/span&gt;on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Tomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Villum&lt;/span&gt; Jensen, Denmark, 91 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-1407193538185938543?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/1407193538185938543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=1407193538185938543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/1407193538185938543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/1407193538185938543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/clash-of-egos.html' title='Clash of Egos'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-668984593461134769</id><published>2007-06-09T20:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:36:11.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother Learns Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/mymotherlearnscinema1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/mymotherlearnscinema1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/film_details.asp?id=21&amp;fID=220"&gt;My Mother Learns Cinema&lt;/a&gt; is essentially a minimalist short showing a young filmmaker sitting opposite his mother teaching her how to pronounce some of the more important names in world cinema. It's pretty funny, initially, and then it becomes tiresome. It wasn't hilarious because I couldn't get around the director's heavy Turkish/English accent - I kept missing the filmmakers' names. Renders the whole short a little pointless, doesn't it? I did catch Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarmusch&lt;/span&gt;, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nesimi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yetik&lt;/span&gt;, Turkey, 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-668984593461134769?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/668984593461134769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=668984593461134769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/668984593461134769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/668984593461134769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mother-learns-cinema.html' title='My Mother Learns Cinema'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-7034254355545485595</id><published>2007-06-09T16:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:35:02.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/academy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/academy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a 2 hr wait for the print to be located ("technical difficulties" - spare me), one fifth of the original audience returned for the premier screening of R. Luke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DuBois&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;a href="http://music.columbia.edu/%7Eluke/artwork/academy.html"&gt;Academy&lt;/a&gt;. 1928-2002 (75 years) of Best Picture Oscar winners shrunk down to 1 minute each. 75 minutes total. New technology allows this to occur without distorting the picture - like and extreme fast-forward. It was a great deal of fun revisiting (albeit briefly) these classic films in ff, and certainly, observing the technological changes (esp. in directing/editing) as time has passed was fascinating. You can make sense of the older films (sort of) like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0026752/"&gt;Mutiny on the Bounty&lt;/a&gt; (1935) and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0040416/"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/a&gt; (1948) but more modern films like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120338/"&gt;Titanic&lt;/a&gt; (1997) and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0172495/"&gt;Gladiator&lt;/a&gt; (2000) flash by in a blur. This experimental film is interesting and certainly quite an experience but just because it's not been done before, does that make it a worthwhile experiment? What's the point? Does there need to be a point? It entertained me, so I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dir&lt;/span&gt;. Luke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DuBois&lt;/span&gt;, USA, 75 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-7034254355545485595?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/7034254355545485595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=7034254355545485595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7034254355545485595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/7034254355545485595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/academy.html' title='Academy'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-6412694680052048645</id><published>2007-06-09T10:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:35:32.572+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Jenks: Room 335</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/andrewjenks1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/andrewjenks1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly, Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jenks&lt;/span&gt; is a talented young US filmmaker. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0762070/"&gt;Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jenks&lt;/span&gt;: Room 335&lt;/a&gt; initially appears to be an interesting vanity project (young man checks into a nursing home to learn something from the elderly) but actually turns out to be quite a beautiful film about growing old. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jenks&lt;/span&gt; himself, in a Q&amp;A following the screening, said that it was a growing experience for himself, also. Roughly one third in, a frightening event occurs, and from this point on the film &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;focuses&lt;/span&gt; on a number of specific characters (rather than the more broad scope prior) where it becomes quite strong and compassionate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jenks&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mock these characters; the film shows affection towards them without ever becoming sappy. His film is honest, with wonderfully captured moments of joy and sadness - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jenks&lt;/span&gt; also has a warm screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;. A joy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt; on the DaveScale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dir. Andrew Jenks, USA, 90 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-6412694680052048645?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/6412694680052048645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=6412694680052048645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6412694680052048645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/6412694680052048645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/andrew-jenks-room-335-dir-andrew-jenks.html' title='Andrew Jenks: Room 335'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799052852558882047.post-985143230446499102</id><published>2007-06-09T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:51:10.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/nightbeforexmas1_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/uploads/assets/nightbeforexmas1_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfilmfestival.org/film_details.asp?id=21&amp;amp;fID=112"&gt;The Night Before Christmas&lt;/a&gt; sees the filmmakers' Grandmother recite the incredibly famous poem where one sentence equals one frame. The film very funny in parts, the idea is quite clever, but it's ultimately slight and a little under-cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(dir. Sam Bassett, USA, 8 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1799052852558882047-985143230446499102?l=davescale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/feeds/985143230446499102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1799052852558882047&amp;postID=985143230446499102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/985143230446499102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1799052852558882047/posts/default/985143230446499102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davescale.blogspot.com/2007/06/night-before-christmas.html' title='The Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005874630831826632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
