The Wolfpack is the story of the six Angulo brothers, young men who grew up cloistered in a small New York City apartment under the lock and key of their oppressive father. Part interview, part observation, part home video footage. This illuminating documentary shows us, through unprecedented access, an unsettling (to put it mildly) glimpse in to a world that most of us could scarcely hope to comprehend.
I’ve always held a debatably morbid fascination with what one would call “romanticised” war-time dramas, although something of the premise of Phoenix indicated that this would be a distinctly refreshing (if one could even say that) treatment of a traumatic yet heavily nuanced period of history. Continue reading “Phoenix [Review]”→
This evening was the opening night of the NZIFF in Dunedin. The film that took out the spot for this premiere position was the highly commended (winning the honour of Best European Comedy in the 2014 European Film Awards) and darkly romantic comedy, The Mafia Kills Only in Summer (“La mafia uccide solo d’estate“).