Wednesday, 9 September 2026

The Current Cinema - Overwhelming mayhem unleashed in BY ANY MEANS (Elegance Bratton, USA, 2026)


Spoiler alert. The whole plot is given away

OK. First start with the last. At the end of By Any Means there are forty five people credited as producers, executive producers, co-executive producers and co-producers. There is also a person credited as “Associate Producer”. With all that creative input how could anything go wrong.

 

I don’t suppose it does in a way. There are parallel openings to the movie. First we see Marc Wahlberg taking a baseball bat to a man who is tied up, battered and bruised. Wahlberg, playing gangster Greg Scarpa, wants names of the battered man’s criminal associates. He gives them up and Wahlberg continues to lay into him with the baseball bat. OK…we’ve got the message he’s a cold-blooded sadist as well as everything else we’ll discover about him. It took a moment to recognise Wahlberg because here he sports a rather prominent false nose. If you follow it, it's been on the online low-rent media for over a year.

 

Cut to  an African American in a suit walking down a corridor.  We learn he’s an FBI Agent and quickly discover he’s a token black guy. He’s sidelined and ignored.  We learn that in the days when and where the movie is set, 1960s Mississippi, since the FBI was created a half a century or more ago, there have been barely a couple of handfuls of black FBI Agents. Agent Wayne Strider (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II)  has asked for a transfer to an office in the south where he is treated mostly with disdain and not allocated any meaningful detective work. He wants to take on the Ku Klux Klan but it’s not until the regional FBI manager, in some desperation, decides that he’s going to play fast and loose that things start to happen.  Scarpa has a sideline as a fixer for the FBI when all else fails. He and Strider are given the job to find the KKK killers of civil rights activist Vernon Dahmer. Then the mayhem really starts. 

 

Scarpa is a psychopath. After the initial bashing, in case you weren’t convinced he might have an evil streak, he shoots a traffic cop for basically no reason at all.  Then a series of extremely violent scenes take place until some kind of honour is finally served. Scarpa goes back to his criminal life in New Jersey and Strider accepts you have to make compromises to bring some people to some kind of justice. That’s it…. another film that’s inspired by true American events…

Sunday, 6 September 2026

For Blu-ray and Ultra 4K UHD discs - Here's why David Hare recommends the Hisense C3 Ultra triple laser projector


Top screen the new Capelight UHD 4K of the Robert Wise's WEST SIDE STORY.

Below it's my newest toy, a new Hisense C3 Ultra triple laser projector which I’ve now had for a week and will take to my grave.
It’s only been in the last couple of years that projectors, and in particular Laser-based DLP beamers like this and Valerion, XGIMI and others, started making top tier light power bomb tech. Back a couple of years ago when I bought some new Hifi to replace very old and fading gear I became a convert to the emerging Chi-FI world with fabulous products like Shanling and more, which are so good in their tech and design they have as many of you know overtaken the great traditional Brit sound Hifi titans including Arcam and others who themselves retain the spec and design for their amps but go to manufacturers in China.
I have been having the newbie’s kiddie time fiddling with this and that but quite frankly the preset options for the usual parameters have been flawlesssly enabled in the “FilmMaker” mode where presets are minimally adjustable to, well, perfection. I can blow the image from this baby out to 300 inch diagonal but I am happy (for now) to stick with a 130 inch 4:3 screen.
And to wallow in Dolby VIsion which has up until now has been unavailable to me in its full glory.

It certainly gives the 4K of Wise’s 1961 movie a depth and level of detail that really does reflect the 70mm original elements, notwithstanding reported degradation in the neg. Sometimes the DV is overwhelming. Certainly every smear of the dusk makeup on some of the honky boys playing Hispanics is VERY loud and clear. The sheer level of detail in this is unbelievable. If anyone out there is wondering about a keen projection deal I cannot recommend this highly enough. I don’t know if it’s luck but I did not see a skerrick of Rainbow effect/RBE, not even in the 3D setting here.
And in closing, Imprint Australia shipped the Powell/Pressburger box last week and I expect to receive it in the next few days. One of several unique joys of that set is the first time worldwide release of a UHD 4K disc presentation of TALES OF HOFFMANN in Dolby Vision. I can safely admit this single event (of many surprises with that new boxset) was what prompted me to pull the trigger on this gorgeous new projector last month. 


Having just watched new 4K discs like WEST SIDE STORY and the new UHD of AUNTIE MAME with the full gamut on the projector, the next screening of HOFFMANN will, I expect transport me back to an afternoon in June 1982 in NYC at a West Village screening room when a friend and I attended a semi-“private” screening of what must have been Scorsese’s IB print of HOFFMANN. It was my first viewing and it left me speechless on the floor with pleasure, sufficient to stay and sit through the very dull LUNA DE MIEL ( a total stinker) to watch HOFFMANN again. Merci Powell and Pressburger (and Hein Heckroth and Chris Challis and Beecham and the cast, and indeed Offenbach lui-même) who between them all took me to paradise. And will no doubt again.

Saturday, 5 September 2026

Screening somewhere - Rod Bishop retrieves the overlooked THIS MUST BE THE PLACE (Paolo Sorrentino, Italy, 2011)


Robert Smith, the creator, writer, and vocalist of British band The Cure has made no public comment about this Sorrentino film. 

But Smith’s face-painted, lip-sticked, gothic, ragged visage has clearly been lifted by the Italian director for Sean Penn’s Cheyenne: a dissolute, squeaky-voiced, former rock god who gave up the profession after a couple of young brothers committed suicide from listening to his angst-ridden “depressed songs for depressed kids”.

Sorrentino has said: “I saw [Robert Smith] backstage after a concert in Rome…it’s a disconcerting dichotomy to see a guy of fifty years with the look of a sixteen-year-old, you don’t know what to focus on. Apparently Robert Smith keeps this look because his wife loves it, so he has that look all day, not only when he goes to a concert.”

Cheyenne is living a lonely life in a Dublin mansion with his wife Jane (Francis McDormand), who loves him and his “look”. If the idea of a Robert Smith lookalike shacking up with Francis McDormand seems unbelievable, well yes, it is. Sorrentino clearly knows it’s unbelievable, but he has only just started playing games with his audience.

Unfortunately, the first act is almost as bad as the film’s title. Sometimes, a song title for a film title isn’t a great idea, even if this one does come from Talking Heads. Serious audience endurance is required for the rambling first 40 mins, but the film does eventually take a dramatic tonal shift as Cheyenne travels to New York to see his dead father, a former survivor of Auschwitz. Cheyenne then enlists the help of a veteran Nazi hunter (Judd Hirsch), clearly modelled on Simon Wiestenthal, and pursues his father’s on-the-run Nazi tormenter, through New Mexico and Utah. 

It’s incongruous, of course – seeing a Robert Smith look-alike drag his suitcase through desert and mountain landscapes, to take revenge on a World War II monster, but Sorrentino pulls off a final confrontation between the goth and the 95-year-old Nazi, that’s as memorable as most things in cinema.

Made on a budget of $28 million, it grossed a ridiculous $144,000 in the USA, despite the presence of Oscar-winners Penn and McDormand and a soundtrack and live performance from David Byrne. 


However, it did take $8 million in Italy and close to a million in both Germany and France. It’s a film about the USA for Europeans.

The weirdness of This Must Be the Place is reminiscent of a small group of other notable Americana road movies written and directed by Europeans that tanked at the box office.

US friends of mine were scathing about Paris, Texas (1984) from the German Wim Wenders, sneering at what they perceived as an Americana fetishization of billboard signage. It didn’t appear that way to Europeans, however, who promptly gave the film the Palme d’Or.


The prolific Spanish director Bigus Luna also had a go at Americana in Reborn (1982). Dennis Hopper is a television evangelist who enlists the Italian mafia to supply him with a stigmatist to help him reap in donations at Texan church meetings. A real Italian woman who can’t speak English but who can bleed at Christ’s crucifixion wounds turns up, and Hopper’s evangelist abruptly turns virtually catatonic. Reborn is almost certainly the only time in the cinema where three petrol pump jockeys appear as The Three Wise Men. The film never made it past VHS and is now only available in dodgy bootlegs.



The crazed Serbian filmmaker Emir Kusturica, twice winner of the Palme d’Or, went all Americana in 1993 with the surrealist Arizona Dream, casting Johnny Depp as a flying fish expert who loves listening to the dreams of fish while working for New York’s Department of Fish and Game. He journeys to Douglas, Arizona, to work in a car dealership (run by Jerry Lewis) and becomes romantically involved with a husband-killer (Faye Dunaway), who is trying to build a flying machine, and with her daughter (Lili Taylor) who plays accordion to her pet turtles. It’s a film about magic realism and dreamers, and was very cooly received in the USA and elsewhere. 

Made for a budget of $19 million, it played in only three cinemas in the USA for a ridiculous gross of $112,000. The New Zealand box office gross was $24. Europeans, however, gave it the Special Jury Prize at Berlin.

These weird USA road movies by Europeans for Europeans - despite the star power of Penn, Depp, Dunaway, McDormand, Hopper, Jerry Lewis and David Byrne - haven’t come within a coo-ee of covering their budgets. Paris, Texas did the best, even though Harry Dean Stanton and Nastassja Kinski can’t be classed as star power. It grossed $3.5 mill worldwide and on a budget of $1.8 mill, it might have broken even. But for the backroom executives, $3.5 mill is a poor return on a Palme d’Or winner.

But who wants to live in a world where Arizona DreamThis Must Be the PlaceReborn and Paris, Texas can’t be made?

Tuesday, 1 September 2026

AT THE FESTIVAL OF DANGEROUS IDEAS - Read Jane Mills introduction to the screening of SALO OR THE 120 DAYS OF SODOM (Pier Paolo Pasolini, Italy, 1975)


Editor's Note: Jane Mills wishes to note the superb contribution to discussion of Salo by Professor Catherine Lumby when the film screened at the Randwick Ritz as part of an earlier extensive season of Pasolini's films supported by Cinema Reborn. 

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Introduction to Pasolini’s Salò, or the 120 days of Sodom (1975) by Associate Professor Jane Mills at the Festival of Dangerous Ideas, Dendy Cinema, 29 August 2026

 

I know of no work of art  as shocking as Pasolini’s Salò.

Murder, torture, sexual abuse are all depicted.

Most shocking of all is the depiction of absolute power and its abuse:

Abuse by for libertines -- an aristocrat, a bishop,  a magistrate and a high financier, representing the State, the Church, the Law and Big Business. Their power underpinned by  a network of informers and collaborators.  Their victims reduced to commodities, owned and disposed at whim. 
[Were Pasolini making the film today, would he,  I wonder, have included a media magnate?]

 

Salò is  shocking –and dangerous –  not only because of what it tells but how it tells. So many dangerous ideas inform how  it was made. 

·       Pasolini uses the classic writings of the Marquis de Sade and Dante to create a dark allegory to critique fascism, capitalist consumerism, and absolute power.

·       His sets display elegant art deco décor and avant garde artwork – art that the Nazis banned as decadent— to highlight the ugly brutality of the libertines.

·       The film’s creative cinematography positions audiences not as the victims (which might invite us to empathise with them), but as the abusers,- thereby making us, the audience, collaborators.


These are dangerous ideas, pushing filmmaking ideas to their limits. 

 

But even more dangerous than Pasolini’s  ideas opposing fascism and neoliberal consumerist economics, are these ideas themselves. De Sade’s sadomasochism shows how power reduces the human body to a commodity. Neo-capitalist consumerism requires the brutal destruction, enslavement, and extermination of indigenous and traditional societies – i.e. what Pasolini called “anthropological genocide.” 

 

These dangerous ideas aren’t  why  the film was persistently banned in Australia. But before outlining the Australian history of censoring Salò, let’s remind purselves that in 1966,  the Roman Catholic Church abolished its Index of Forbidden Books and Films.  It shifted its philosophy from enforced institutional censorship to trusting the mature moral conscience of individual believers.

Not so Australian governments. Our Film Classification Board might state: “adults should be able to read, hear, see and play what they want.”  But on this, it doesn’t deliver.

The film was released in 1975 – three days after Pasolini was tortured and murdered.  In 1976 Australia banned it.  A year later. No one could buy, sell, import, exhibit or see it – it offended, was obscene.

In 1993, it was unbanned. The classifiers deemed it: “a serious work of art pursuing a serious political purpose.” The sky didn’t fall in, but in the mid ’90s, “reason began to slumber, and monsters gathered.”  A revised classification code now ordained artistic merit was no longer permissible as a major defense. 

And in 1998, Salò was re-banned.

In 2010 it was unbanned. Salò received a R18+ rating.  Which should mean anyone over the age of 18 can see it.  More on this later.

 

The censors’ language justifying the bans often makes no sense. 

1.         You should know the Classification Board does NOT ban or censor, it only “classifies.” However, one of the categories is RC, meaning ‘Refused Classification.’  This means it can’t be sold, hired, advertised, distributed, or shown publicly without potentially incurring a fine of up to $825,000 and/or 10 years’ imprisonment.

I’m no English language scholar. But I can spot a euphemism when I see one. And as George Orwell wrote:  “political language has to consist largely of euphemism…and sheer cloudy vagueness to make brutal actions sound acceptable.”

2.         Obscene supposedly  means “to cause or give offence.”  To offend means: “saying or doing something rude, upsetting or embarrassing.”  It also means: “to go against a law, duty, or standard.”

·       Hopefully, fascism does go against our laws. 

·       I also hope it  goes against the moral standard to which most Australians adhere.

But this is an entirely circular argument: You “offend” by going against a law, duty or standard by going against a law, duty or standard. And Logic 101  teaches that using the conclusion of an argument as its own premise, is a logical fallacy. More evidence, I suggest, of what happens when reason slumbers. 

 

3.         As to the “revolting fetishes” of which you're about to see plenty.

Are audiences –are you– really going to rush home afterwards to eat poo and ask your partner to wee on you?  And if you do?  I should care –let alone mind? 

(Pasolini’s recipe incidentally: melted Swiss chocolate, condensed milk, broken biscuits and marmalade. And a mixture of weak tea and apple juice for the pee.)

 

4.         Then there’s  “artistic intent”: I am completely certain Pasolini had no intention of ‘offending.’  His intentions were to shock, disgust, revolt  Or, as he put it: “to awaken a slumbering society and remind audiences of past horrors.”

These horrors were Salò, the puppet Nazi state that ruled most of Italy from September 1943 to April 1945. Pasolini applies “obscenity” metaphorically to the absence of the rule of law under fascism. 

 

5.         As for the film’s offensive “cruelty with high impact”? Can the impact for seeing it even approach the actual impact during the 17 months of Salò?

·       The 9,000 Jews and 30,000 political opponents, partisans and workers arrested and deported? 

·       90% of whom who died in Nazi extermination camps?

·       The 70,000 civilians and resistance members killed in reprisal massacres by German and Italian Republic forces?

 

6.         Lastly, that R18+ ruling: Adults can now only see Salò as a home video package, containing contextualizing material – such as essays and documentaries. (Don’t get me wrong, the documentaries and essays with the Criterion BluRay  are excellent.) But this patronizing attitude sincerely offends me. Since when has adult education been mandatory in Australia? 

Similarly Cinema Screenings are permitted at festivals only if contextualizing critical analysis is provided. I, ladies and Gtntlement, am your mandatory adult education! This ruling contributes yet more “cloudy vagueness”  aiming make censoring actions censorship acceptable.

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When I saw Salò again recently (for the third time), the film awakened me not just to past horrors but to present horrors.

The film’s arguably comic ‘beautiful bum contest’, evoked television reality shows where contestants willingly participate in their own commodification.  And the film’s absurdist weddings reminded me of ‘Married at First Sight.’

They’re perfect examples of Pasolini’s notion of anthropological genocide which he defined as “a form of destruction that homogenizes society and destroys authentic human relationships by turning the human body itself into a marketable commodity.”

And how could I not think of:

·       the absence of the rule of law in today’s internment camps and occupied territories, 

·       current leaders remaining in power despite arrest warrants for committing genocide and other war crimes?   

·       a President actively renaming art centres and campaigning to disable the International Criminal Court? 

To my amazement, for the first time, I also saw some tenderness and protest, even some hope.  

Now, this is NOT  what Pasolini intended.  He intended to shock us from our complacent, complicit slumbers while powerholders abuse with impunity. 

I recently likened Salò’s relationship with Australian Classification Board to game of ping pong. I regret making this comparison. Censorship is not a game. 

Salò awakens audiences to the dangerous idea that in a world fearful of ideas, the biggest threat to democracy is not the portrayal of violence and evil, but the silencing of those who express dangerous ideas like accountability, freedom, equality.

This is a film that’s unwatchable and must be watched.

Monday, 31 August 2026

IN BRISBANE - THE FIFTH ANNUAL FILM NOIR FESTIVAL


Brisbane's very own supercinephile Joel Archer is once again presenting his unique festival of film noir. 

Joel Writes:This has come around so fast, but we are thrilled to announce Brisbane's Annual Film Noir Festival will be returning for its 5th year; Noir November 2026: Les Dames En Noir!

10 films from Friday 13th to Sunday 15th of November 2026 at Palace Cinema James St & our Mystery Noir Double Bill now at Milton Common Brewery. 

This year's program is by far our most diverse year yet and with the generous support of Pulp Fiction Books (Terrific Alternative Book Store in BNE CBD) and 4MBS Classic FM we will bringing you a rare South American Noir from Argentina, an obscure dark silent from Czech, Gritty B Noirs and Iconic American Classics. 

For cinema lovers this will not be a weekend to miss, also for those this year who do The Festival Passes we have even more bonus on top of your 8 Discounted Tickets at Palace, Free Ticket to Mystery Double Bill at Milton Common Brewery, Hard Cover Book, Keyring and more.

The full program, session times and tickets are all available from the below link. 


Any questions about the festival don't hesitate to get in contact. We can not wait to see you all at Noir November 2026:



Tuesday, 25 August 2026

Streaming on Apple TV, Prime Video - Rod Bishop recommends DTF ST. LOUIS (Steven Conrad, USA, 2026)


It sounds a lot like a US police series, but ignore the awful title. DTF St. Louis does have a police procedural sub-plot, but it’s definitely not generic television. 

Tennessee Williams once said: “America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland.” Suburban Missouri looks as normal as most America suburbs can get. However, in this common-or-garden part of St. Louis, a weird, middle-class wife-swapping threesome holds court.

Local TV weather man Clark (Jason Bateman) has become best buddies with his on-air American Sign Language translator Floyd (David Harbour). Floyd is constantly shamed by his weight, and has lost any sexual interest in his wife Carol (Linda Cardellini) after she begins wearing baseball umpire attire. Clark coaxes Floyd into joining an app for married people wanting sexual hookups without commitment, and nothing is ever the same again.

Jason Bateman (left) Linda Cardellini (middle) David Harbour (right)

A minor character, played by Peter Saarsgard, who calls himself “Modern Love” while using a social media avatar of David Bowie in a dress, delivers the defining one-liner: “No-one’s normal. It just looks that way from across the street”.

Showrunner Steven Conrad, writes all seven episodes, his black humour and pathos never falling into cheap satire. Instead, his characters are all fully formed and congruent, and his empathetic dialogue underpins their aching, compassionate loneliness. 

Bateman, and especially Harbour, excel in developing a strange and weird, but ultimately loving relationship between the two men. Cardellini, deadpans her way as Carol and the police (Richard Jenkins and Joy Sunday) can only fumble, wide-eyed through their interviews, destabilized by the people they investigate over an apparent murder.

Richard Jenkins (left) Joy Sunday (right)

It’s brave television, if at times seemingly repetitive and occasionally meandering. 

*Soundtrack: Needle-drops include Marvin Gaye, Carole King, Bob Dylan, The Kinks, Aretha Franklin, Cream, Frankie Valli, The Zombies and The Temptations. The opening title music is The 5th Dimension’s version of Let The Sunshine In, and as the final episode concludes there’s an exhilarating The Flesh Failures (Let The Sunshine In). A little difficult to track down, it comes from the original 1968 Broadway cast recording of Hair, sung by cast member Melba Moore, and can be found on YouTube. Among the many comments: 

I finally found it! I got here from DTF St. Louis

Crazy how hard it was to find this song from DTF St. Louis…awesome

 “DTF brought me here…I had chills when this song came on at the end of the last episode

This is more beautiful than anything I’ve ever heard

 “Great song, great artist, great series”.

 

Saturday, 22 August 2026

The Current Cinema - Barrie Pattison urges you to make haste to KUNG FU SOCCER (Stephen Chow, China, 2026)

 


REVENGE OF THE CHINESE MOVIE

Currently in Sydney’s Event Centre and probably other venues that run Chinese movies here, we are getting Stephen Chow Chin-chi’s  Gong fu nv zu/Kung Fu Soccer, his first film in seven years.

Stephen Chow had been one of the greats of Hong Kong film and his 2001 Siu Lam juk kau/ Shaolin Soccer was his major work. What he had done since had been over shadowed by that, so the new film offered hopes of a return to form and fears of a lazy cash-in. What we get is neither.

The earlier movie pivoted on the idea that Shaolin disciples had seen respect for their traditions fade away in the contemporary world, so Stephen retrieves a group of forgotten Shaolin masters from the obscurity of their slum community to form a champion soccer team, using their super powers to dominate the game. It was a great, ridiculous concept beautifully realised. The question is, can it stand another go-round?

The new Kung Fu Soccer has two initial surprises. Here, rather than starring, now sixty-year-old director-producer-writer Chow only momentarily figures, a couple of gag appearances. Second, the picture quality is exceptional. In China they are playing it at IMAX and it’s the number two hit of the year.

 This time the idea has been retreaded for a female soccer team (oh, oh!) in the Asian Women's Champions League but trendy ideology proves minimal. In the opening stages, the plot centers on Zhang Xiaofei, the captain of China’s low status Emei team and Dilraba Dilmurat  as Yu Long, their star striker. Their friendship is failing. Everyone tells the players that, now in their thirties, they are too old for championship matches. They however maintain that it takes decades to acquire their skills. The rookies are not being given a chance and quit and Zhang Xiaofei falls out with her dream-boat love interest, who switches his support to the rival team. All this pretty tame. However the preposterous effects work is already good for a giggle - the kick which sends the ball into the path of an airliner flying over the field. That and the black and white flashbacks provide reminders of Shaolin Soccer - which outclasses this one.

Developments like the supervision of mahjong-playing Grand Master Carina Lau (Infernal Affairs - at last a familiar face) are equally uninvolving. However, a few interesting subplots emerge - the conflict of the earnest captain determined to win and the new recruit who plays for the fun of the game. More importantly, the effects work becomes increasingly flamboyant. The film even develops some suspense as the ball repeatedly trembles on the painted goal line in front of the net. All this meshes with the imposing Olympic Stadium nicely.

Stephen Chow has had a quarter century to refine the Shaolin Soccer concept and in that time Chinese laboratory work has had a chance to do catch-up. We get the magical illusion of a shower of soccer balls defeated by sending in the blind goal keeper, the athletes in the impossible human array pyramids from the wu xia films or the opposing team, who also have superpowers, transforming into a savage cheetah, the big cat racing through the players without attracting the referee’s red card, all both nicely nostalgic and cheerworthy elements for the film’s matches. They represent a triple threat - fun plot developments, an impressive display of film technique and frequently striking imagery that can hold its own with Hollywood’s current strip-cartoon hero movies. The effects make the film well worth the seat price, even if they take a while to obscure the clunky plot.

It’s not all good news however. Kung Fu Soccer has a disturbingly brutal streak. The injuries to the comics and mind games and physical violence the lead couple visit on one another are unsettling to an outside audience and there’s an element of racism in the depiction of the unappealing types who make up the opposing teams. This is unfamiliar in Stephen Chow’s work and, without knowing its intention, it is disturbing. The film is not the great fun outing his earlier work offered. That can only be disappointing.

There was a light opening night attendance. Chow’s admirers are advised to move fast. There is no guarantee it will get past Wednesday.