
The museum on Fed Square is the only place in this country that treats Australian screen culture as something worth keeping, and the fact that it is the only one says everything.

David Easteal bolted a camera to a dashboard and recorded six months of a suburban commute, and the result is the most radical Australian film of the decade.

The 2024 programme leaned harder into difficulty than any MIFF in recent memory, and the sessions were fuller for it.

The audience came back, the sponsorship did not, and the festival is running on volunteer labour and Creative Victoria grants.

Netflix set a thriller in Oakland, filmed it in Melbourne, cast Adrian Grenier, and hoped nobody would notice the gum trees.

The 2021 festival split itself between cinemas and living rooms, and the living rooms lost.

The renovation turned a film museum into a museum about looking, and the difference is worth noticing.

The Palace on Norton Street has its lights off, and I keep walking past it like it might change its mind.