Brisbane International Film Festival

BIFF [Brisbane International Film Festival] Diary - Day 6

The rain seems to finally be easing up, which means dashes between cinemas are marred more by sweat than precipitation. My day today was spent entirely at GoMA, though, which—in contrast with the Palace Barracks—is well air-conditioned (some would say too much, but I’ll take that over Barracks 2’s swampy heat any day). Consequently, my films today ranged from simple to epic but always artistic.

BIFF [Brisbane International Film Festival] Diary - Day 5

A rainy Sunday meant only three films, once again very different. I’ll talk more about The Square in a separate review, which leaves one film experimenting with a new cinematic language and another steeped in the language of old.

BIFF Diary - Day 3

It’s only my second full day of films and I’m already starting to feel burnt out. Film festivals are a test of stamina more than endurance; it’s less whether you can make it through and more whether you can still form a cogent sentence halfway through.