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AFF review: Funday Sunday!

L-R: Josh MacDonald, Sherry Smith, Don Ritchie, Michael McPhee, Sara English and Scott Simpson Coast coverboy, Nathan Fielder’s doc (and that is a loose description of it) Love and Cameras in America has the gloss, feel and tone of an ambitious experiment, and often feels like a success, though some elements keep it from greatness. […]

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AFF Day 3: Ladies come out on top of docs

Already one of my highlights for the festival, Become a Microscope, is a short doc about 1960s pop artist Sister Corita, an inspiring nun who taught at a Catholic LA college, and who became an influential force in the art world, making friends with the Eames brothers and Hitchcock. The doc’s by Aaron Rose (with a soundtrack by Money Mark), who is best known for the Beautiful Losers art movement, and it’s gorgeously shot, with brilliant-hued archive footage and photos. Corita’s serigraphs, which Rose animates, wouldn’t look out of place beside a Yo Rodeo or Seripop poster on a

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AFF: Back and forth through time

As film curator Ron Foley MacDonald explained before this afternoon’s screening of Wim Wenders’ Paris,Texas, Wenders is the German director with the most international vision—with Werner Herzog a close second. Wenders is fascinated with the creative impulse—he’s made documentaries about other filmmakers and musicians, including his award-winning film about the Buena Vista Social Club—and a […]

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Parallel Universes

Parallels in tone, motifs, stories, etc. is emerging as a recurring theme among the films I’ve already seen at this year’s Fest (4 so far). Today, I saw the the gritty yet beguiling entry from NFLD, Crackie. Following young Mitsie (Meaghan Greely, not ‘Kristie’ Booth as it says in the AFF guide. Kristen Booth makes […]

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Photo gallery: Atlantic Film Fest gala

Last night’s Atlantic Film Fest was an odd affair, but definitely memorable. You still had your sparkle-gowned ladies and skinny-suited men, but they were eating chips under the halo glow of trailer lights. Some looked confused; others, relieved to be let loose in an arena (someone suggested a few were helped by cocaine, but I know that doesn’t happen in Halifax, right?), and the familiar smells of ice, zamboni trails and male musk. I agree with my blogging peeps Carsten and Hillary that the removal of the VIP area was really great, in terms of seeing more people and making

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