Tiger Fringe Dublin | Review: Songs from a Car Park
All told, Songs From A Car Park is a sweet little ditty that might benefit from being a verse or two shorter.
All told, Songs From A Car Park is a sweet little ditty that might benefit from being a verse or two shorter.
Weekender |wiːkˈɛndə|– noun – what to do with your weekend.
A quick read of the film’s synopsis and Moebius might sound similar to several other recent releases aimed at an art cinema audience hooked on high-concept sexual violence.
Half critical reappraisal, half fan tribute, Showgirls: It Doesn’t Suck takes on the heroic task of rehabilitating Paul Verhoeven’s Showgirls.
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We speak with new director of Tiger Dublin Fringe, Kris Nelson, to get the skinny of what to expect on the 2014 edition of the festival.
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Million Dollar Arm is a film that desperately wants you to believe it has a beating heart beneath its celluloid.
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Every Day Is for the Thief is a quietly confrontational novella, whose remarkably visual style and elliptical episodic structure suggest unspoken conflicts behind the lens.