I have to have more tickets than this, because December was a great, great month indeed. Australia saves everything for Summer, which is why I had the October drought. It was almost worth it for what I witnessed in December ’07.
I’m not sure if I’ve got all of my tickets from November, but it turned out pretty well. Let’s look at it, but not the Japanese Film Festival. That exists in an alternate universe that may some day collide with this one.
This is it, my friends: the elephant’s graveyard. I wish I had seen Eastern Promises.
(If I was smart, I would make montages of each month’s movies, kind of like a Star Wars poster. You know I’m not smart.)
September: the month before the drought. Until December, the rest of the year would be pretty lean. Summer is a huge time for movies here, so for some reason Spring has to really suffer. It’s a good thing that September was able to produce some of the better works of the year before I went into hibernation (ironic that I went into writing hibernation before I published this – most of it written at the start of January!).
August was a month where I made the pilgrimage to the end of Oxford Street not once, but twice! It therefore yielded some very fine movies indeed. It is around this point that I look at one of my very, very distant friends who has claimed that 2007 yielded less than six good films, and at my own experiences thus far, and at the more-than-one film critics (the one being Roger Ebert!) who have claimed that 2007 was a great year for film – and come to the conclusion that this friend of mine was talking out of his arse.
2007 rocked hardcore!
You saw how big June was. July was practically a tiny picnic by comparison. We begin our journey in the delightful and heartbreaking world of children, before ruining the universe with our second-to-last film. Join me, and we can try to ignore the depths of human depravity together.
June! June! Home of the Sydney Film Festival 2007! It was an amazing event providing somewhere in the vicinity of 290 movies, I believe … if not 375. I saw about ten of them! I only liked … less than half of those ten! This was my penultimate month. Not only was it miserable, it was filled with miserable movies with no end in sight. Yet I shall cover them, because I love you. Besides, it wasn’t a total bust.
Warning: My language gets a bit vitriolic in this one. Some of these movies were incredibly ill advised.
What was I doing in May this year? I did not realise the nature of the drought until I consulted the diary. Talk about your mixed bag month, too! Some of it was left field, but not all of it was good.
Here’s my impression of what happened in April 2007:
Alex:Hey, April 2007! Impress me!
April 2007: Okay! Bawitaba, ba doo da dee diddy diddy …
Alex: What the fuck?
April 2007: I dunno, it played well in the frats!
I realised at some point that I came to expect every month to provide bountiful riches. While I want to punch anyone who subscribes to Sturgeon’s Law in the face (I mean, what are the chances you’re ever going to witness 90% of everything anyway? Way to be King of the Cynics!), I accept that not everything can be so superlative that I vomit out sparkles of appreciation for it. March was not a month of greatness, but it had some gems.
