Jez Stewart on the atavistic native visions at Bristol this year, from Richard Williams’ hand-drawn rendition of ancient-Greek warfare to an EDL dad, a neanderthal id, a sad young wool-mation cannibal and an anachronistic woolly mammoth.
Punk springs eternal as America’s Jennifer Reeder won her second consecutive Grand Prix for Blood Below the Skin, but otherwise the spirit of mittel-European social realism stood tall at Bristol’s short film festival, reports Tim Hayes.
TV or cinema? When Britain’s slyest small-screen inquisitor teams up with the two-time Oscar-winning producer of crossover documentary features, which way does the result lean, wonders Edward Lawrenson?
After a London Film Festival audience with the woman who helps Todd Haynes, Kelly Reichardt and Paolo Sorrentino pick their actors, Thirza Wakefield reflects on the lack of critical discourse around this elusive profession.
The mad magpie of Canadian cinema went down the rabbit hole at London’s biggest screen with The Forbidden Room, a pulsating extravaganza of mock movie reclamation. Virginie Selavy reports on our LFF Experimenta gala, and his ensuing LFF Connects talk.