(S8) Peripheral Film Festival celebrates its 5th edition with a special programme over Japanese cinema from its origins until today as part of the activities of the Spain – Japan Dual Year Kats...
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Jack Wormell In Lucia Puenzo’s Wakolda a 1950s Argentine family slowly discover a very human evil in their home, and to their dismay realise they need his help. Partially based on true events, ...
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Rafa Ayuso y Virginia Pablos Recientemente se han dado a conocer los premios Goya. Como es habitual, y no por demérito de las películas aunque aquí cabría el debate, nombres habituales copan ...
Dir Jonás Trueba Review by Jack Wormell YOU ARE IN A ROOM WATCHING A FILM. THAT IS ALL. Los Ilusos trailer The cutting room floor. Celluloid detritus repurposed as cinema fetishism. Black an...
Dir Nicolás Alcalá Review by Jack Wormell The Cosmonaut trailer The Cosmonaut plays out a classic love triangle against the backdrop of the Russian space program of the 1950s. Chopped up and ...
Review by Jack Wormell Film allows for scrutiny, the ultimate scrutiny; with film (or video) the maker can experience the moment, watch the moment later on, watch again (and again and again) and ...
Dir: Andread Esteban Review by Jack Worme A while ago I had a debate with a friend of mine about the term ‘sex’ and whether or not I thought the way she, as a lesbian, defined sex was the way...
DVD is made of rust, film of silver (S8) Peripheral Film Festival (A Coruña, Spain) reaches the fourth edition of an amazing adventure which defends the small gauge film preservation. The (S8) P...
by MARUXA RUIZ DEL ÁRBOL Translation by Ana Penades At the end of February, I saw for the first time real cinema, in 16mm and with two intervals to change-over to the next reel. Like every last...
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A review of ‘The Plague’ by Jack Wormell Some summers ago I was stuck in an interminable traffic jam going from the French Pyrenees into Spain to board a plane back to London. The grating s...