Melbourne International Film Festival – The Best of the Fest. By Simon Miraudo. Having finally awoken from a 36-hour slumber following the end of the 2011 Melbourne International Film Festival (where I caught 60 films in 17 days), I am delighted to bring you a report on the best (and worst) films that played the […]
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Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Seventeen
August 7, 2011 
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Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Seventeen. By Simon Miraudo. It is finished! Over the past 17 days, I have caught no less than 60 movies at the Melbourne International Film Festival (61 if you count the Captain America screening I finagled my way into). After two-and-a-half weeks of brilliant movies, not-so-brilliant movies, and staying […]
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August 6, 2011 0 Comments
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Sixteen. By Simon Miraudo. I don’t normally write movie reviews while wearing a suit – it just seems a little formal considering the nature in which I usually watch the films; unshaven, in a hoodie, eating a kit kat – but I’m about to head off to the Closing […]
Read moreMelbourne International Film Festival – Day Fifteen
August 6, 2011 4 Comments
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Fifteen. By Simon Miraudo. Sorry! No time to chit-chat. On Day Fifteen of the 2011 Melbourne International Film Festival I caught five films – three of which are contenders for ‘best of the fest’. I’d love to regale you with anecdotes about angry cinemagoers, crazed cab-drivers, the pain-killers I’m […]
Read moreMelbourne International Film Festival – Day Fourteen
August 4, 2011 2 Comments
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Fourteen. By Simon Miraudo. Something strange is happening here. Festival fatigue is slowly setting in; not just upon me and my fellow ‘60 Film in 17 Days’ Blog-A-Thoners, but apparently also the entire cinema-going population of Melbourne. A couple of days ago, Thomas Caldwell at Cinema Autopsy spotted the […]
Read moreMelbourne International Film Festival – Day Thirteen
August 3, 2011 3 Comments
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Thirteen. By Simon Miraudo. “Nothing cleanses the palate after watching a movie about Satan (or perhaps a vengeful Jesus) wreaking havoc on Earth like a documentary about Elmo.” “You know what I LOVE? Silent films about circus folk living in a war zone.” “No day would be complete without […]
Read moreMelbourne International Film Festival – Day Twelve
August 2, 2011 0 Comments
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Twelve. By Simon Miraudo. Blimey, if we aren’t speedily approaching the end of the 2011 Melbourne International Film Festival! It’s been a hell of a fest, and despite my occasional complaints of hitting the wall and enduring conversations with a variety of rather racist cab drivers, I’ve truly loved […]
Read moreMelbourne International Film Festival – Day Eleven
August 1, 2011 1 Comment
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Eleven. By Simon Miraudo. A Chilean drama about mental illness. An inspirational American film about a rancher. A German documentary about a Spanish degustation restaurant. My selection of features on Day Eleven of the 2011 Melbourne International Film Festival proved to be the most diverse yet. Perhaps I should […]
Read moreMelbourne International Film Festival – Day Ten
July 31, 2011 11 Comments
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day 10. By Simon Miraudo. Only yesterday I was lamenting the fact that I had hit the proverbial wall in my attempt to watch 60 films during the 17 days of the 2011 Melbourne International Film Festival. Well, like a bolt from the blue, my singular brand of melancholia was […]
Read moreMelbourne International Film Festival – Day Nine
July 31, 2011 1 Comment
Melbourne International Film Festival – Day Nine. By Simon Miraudo. So this is what it feels like to hit the wall. It had to happen eventually. The mental exhaustion, poor diet, and lack of both sunlight and sleep have proven to be too much for me, a small man with almost no muscle mass. I’m […]
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