The Cinecity event at Playgroup Brighton’s Blind Tiger bar and music venue opened with a looped series of local and international short films, which led up to an AV performance from Brighton band NORDIC GIANTS. Rosy Hunt reviews.
Walking through Norwich to the cinema is not usually a surprising experience, but Saturday’s visit was not a normal trip. A casual glance across the street and a man is carrying a ukelele…Jack Piercy reviews.
This month saw Aesthetica magazine’s first short film festival take place in some of York’s historic venues. Steve Williams reviews NOAH’S ARK and WELCOME TO ROMFORD, two of his favourite films from the programme.
Love, love, love. That’s what the first full feature from Liverpudlian film-maker Terence Davies’ in over ten years is about. It’s a brutal affair and THE DEEP BLUE SEA portrays it in all its horror. Euan Andrews reviews.
“The sound of AK-47s and lines such as ‘Hear’st thou Mars?’ do not mix well.” Mihai Kolcsar reviews Ralph Fiennes’ modernisation of CORIOLANUS.
“Michel Ocelot astounds his audience with short stories perfect in length for toddlers or for adults of short attention span. By far the most apt and expert use of 3D I have seen, the delicate addition of a third dimension to a silhouette animation is analogous to the magic in the tales.” Ferry Hunt reviews TALES OF THE NIGHT at Brighton Film Festival.
Keith Braithwaite reviews Brighton Film Festival’s EXPERIMENTA, a diverse package of artists’ cinema including animation, found footage and dance for camera.
Keith Braithwaite reviews the short dramas screened at Brighton Film Festival on November 26th.
“For one night only let’s see things on a big screen, with the sound up loud – a party atmosphere to celebrate a commercial artform that continues to run deep roots into all aspects of the cultural conscience”. Harry Hunt reviews Sam Cuthbert’s anthology of music videos at Brighton Film Festival.
The ancient samurai ritual of hara-kiri, also known as seppuku, is a symbolic suicide performed in an attempt to regain honour when all hope is otherwise lost. It is a grisly fate, involving plunging a short sword, known as a tantō into one’s stomach, and slicing left to right. An appointed “attendant” would then finish the job by relieving you of your head. Harry Hunt reviews Takashi Miike’s HARA-KIRI: DEATH OF A SAMURAI
