
The Enthusiast Guide To Father’s Day Viewing
If Father’s Day hasn’t been much chop for you this year, cheer yourself up with our round-up of the best – and dodgiest – father-child relationships ever committed to film.
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If Father’s Day hasn’t been much chop for you this year, cheer yourself up with our round-up of the best – and dodgiest – father-child relationships ever committed to film.

Big-time CGI meets a campy comic sensibility in a hyperactive comedy about indie slackers, the women they fall in love with, and the villainous exes they must beat up to win said girl.

After hearing about the Melbourne International Film Festival lost property box, we couldn’t resist quizzing some cinema workers about the best, worst and most bizarre lost property they’ve found.

We want our political biopics to show us the vulnerable men and women behind the spin and policy – and this tale of Tony Blair and Bill Clinton delivers in spades.

Visually stunning and with an ingenious plot, Christopher Nolan’s dream-stealing caper is itself like a dream: thrilling while you’re watching the action; kind of silly and clunky when you wake up.

Another day, another gay zombie satire banned by Australia’s Film Classification Board. Humping a rubber latex wound is scandalous but actually terrorising “alternative” porn models for a reality horror film is okay.

If you’re mad for ghoulish cartoons or just want to stand near a lot of fancy shit that Johnny Depp has touched, Tim Burton: The Exhibition actually does have something for everyone… even the haters.

Critics and family groups are troubled by vicious violence dealt out to little tackers in the new, PG-rated Karate Kid. Was the decision to skew the remake younger a misguided one?

This observational French romance rewards the patient viewer with a subtle tale of a restrained and largely inarticulate affair.

In cartoons, alum puckered Sylvester The Cat’s mouth into a cat’s arse. Will this chemical compound do the same to your natural predators?

Critics revelled in spewing venom across the Linsday Lohan-helmed flop biopic Liz & Dick. But how did her Aussie (enough) co-star Grant Bowler fare?

Even the Olympics has indie cred: “I’m so cool I qualified for the Olympics before my nation’s sovereignty was even recognised, man”.

Fresh New York writing outlet n+1 ably (but irregularly) blows the cobwebs out of the stuffy lit-mag genre. Here’s a cheat sheet for the anti-literary magazine literary magazine.
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