Rungano Nyoni’s first feature, I Am Not a Witch, is one hell of a début.
mother! is not fucking around. This is a film that well and truly earns its exclamation mark.
The aching, vacant tone that director Charlotte Sieling adopts here feels like a distant echo of Buñuel’s satire.
Pablo Larrain’s unconventional, dizzying portrait of Pablo Neruda is reminiscent of Luis Buñuel; that’s gotta be a good thing.
Like most punters heading to Soundwave at Brisbane’s RNA Showgrounds this weekend, I made some effort to dress the part. With my carefully-groomed beard and thick-rimmed glasses, I’m neither a metalhead nor a punk, but the combination of a black Refused T-shirt, contact lenses and a relatively unkempt beard served as concession to the hard…