Remember that VMA performance with Halsey? Some have labelled it ‘the worst live performance of all time’. Well, The Chainsmokers didn’t listen to the critics yet again. 

Ghost Lover pulls you in with a marriage of craftsmanship and an uncanny talent for saying the unsayable.

Rain frogs it did!

Nowhere to Go... asks us to dive in and look closer.

I wish life was as simple as it appears in Mom’s Cat, a world where you can really just be what you want to be.

Warning: you may or may not want to quit your office job after watching, I did within 5 minutes of the film’s end. Nothing is real.

Outside of some stunning cinematography and promising themes, The Forgiven feels too inconsequential to be engaging. Hampered by universally unlikable characters and simple moral messaging, the story unfortunately fails the fantastic cast.

S.I.D.E.S. by Alice Merton, the overlooked sophomore effort from the same starlet that blessed us with the one hit No Roots a couple of years back, is a great romp through a relationship gone awry.

Where the Crawdads Sing is a unique take on the who-dunnit genre, and though it lacks the punch of a satisfying conclusion, it still leaves a lasting impression.

Surprisingly funny, while at the same time using nuance as a blunt-force weapon, delivering crushing sadness, The Phantom of the Open subverts a typical focus.

While its lack of teeth in the back end of its runtime is somewhat of a letdown, and Derrickson may not quite recapture the highs of earlier works like Sinister, there's no doubt that The Black Phone is still an effective, nasty little horror flick.

Beautifully acted with two contrasting performances, Compartment No.6 subtly conceals its themes behind sharp, rapid dialogue and terrific sense of spatial continuity. 

Come one, come all! Readers rejoice for it is time to kill two birds with one stone as we rest our weary heads atop the mountains of education and entertainment. If you don’t know what you want to watch at the Melbourne Documentary Film Festival yet, please allow me to fill up your whole month with my personal 15 picks for knowledge worth gaining.

Thor: Love and Thunder offers a colourful, lively enough diversion that should sate appetites until the next offering arrives, even if it doesn't necessarily accelerate the hype train.

For a short movie, at roughly 80 minutes, the amount of carnage that is sewn into the lives of those who love Neil is barely a blip on the radar as he freewheels from beach to beach, beer to beer, and nap to nap.

Elvis isn’t a movie, it’s an event.

The engine that is entirely driving this show is simply the desire to show off one’s most true self. It just so happens that this radical act of vulnerability is also set against an iconic Britney mega-mix. Run, don’t walk.

CLUB NITE showcases a night out where the three friends, a straight girl, a drug-dealing pansexual and a Berlin-loving bisexual, who all want to attend three separate well-known Melbourne hotspots - Yah Yahs, a house party, and a rave at Yarra bend.

Webster’s Henry V is ultimately a disjointed and familiar take on the bard’s play. However, Harrington excels at recontextualising the play in its exploring the themes of war, nationalism and leadership through the prism of the twenty-first century. It may not be the most effective modernisation, but Harrington’s larger-than-life performance is certainly worth the watch.

It'd be hard to prime anyone for the journey the feature takes you on, and to do so would in part ruin the fun. It's a thunderous Pandora's Box of a film, a disorganised mixed bag of funhouse tricks that's rewarding sporadically, but always daring.