In the podcast next week, I'm going to tout for Mark Hartley's arse-kicking documentary on Ozploitation cinema,
Not Quite Hollywood, which sent me into paroxysms of cinephilic glee when Jamie, Sarah,
eeyoreslament and I saw it at the Astor Cinema on Friday night.
eeyoreslament hadn't been to the
Astor before, so she grooved on the art deco wonderfulness of the place. (I want to perform an audacious, movie caper style theft of their original 1940s two metre long
Gilda poster.) Also, any cinema that has a resident cat is, ipso facto, a cool place.
I've already talked about a couple of ozploitation flicks on the podcast but NQH touches all the bases, interviews dozens of people involved in the movies as well as commentary by a hyperkinetic movie fanboy called Tarantino. If this thing doesn't get an AFI award next year, there's something seriously wrong. It comes out on DVD here in December, and I'm getting myself a copy on day one. There's also a reference book by Paul Harris which is related to it. Gonna get that too.