Posts Tagged: film


Following the screening of the first edit of FEAST OF DAN late last week, I’ll be meeting with the wonderful editing team at Crank Collective this weekend to crank out (eh?) the FINAL EDIT of FEAST OF DAN.

Once I give in to my chronic perfectionism, the show will then be uploaded on to this here website, upon which time you will all be spammed like a motherfucker.

Until then friends…


I don’t just like his films. I want to live in them.

This is how, to my great relief, I finally managed to concisely describe what it is I love so much about the films of Wes Anderson. Last night within the first 5 minutes of Moonrise Kingdom I already disliked it, due only to my great envy of those living in this wonderfully charming, warm and incredibly detailed world Anderson once again so effortlessly created. The greatest filmmakers allow the greatest escape for audiences, much like authors who provide a place made up only of words within which to lose yourself. I know I’ll never bed my own “sweet-lime” or smoke a cigarette on a New York City rooftop with Margot Tenenbaum, and as a result, I’m equally smitten and angry when I become lost in his movies, every. time.

Does anyone feel this way about Feast of Love?

More importantly, do I?!


Last night, huh? 


Today I’ve been trying to walk off this hangover while looking like a giddy idiot (a gidiot?) and funnily enough, embodying a “Feast of Love”. I passed a busker on the street playing a song I hate, yet still gave him money (a gold coin, no less). My groceries came to $14.90 so I gave 15 and told ‘em to keep the change. This was at Coles. They don’t need it. And I bought flowers, you know, for the home. I figure when you’re in this kind of mood, which can be rare, it’s an excellent idea to pass it on. 

Another welcome result from last night however is my new found appreciation of this film. Without Feast of Love, there’d have not been a Feast of Dan, nor an event like last night. So for the first time in a long time, I watched Feast of Love tonight and didn’t hate it.

I feel born again. 


Hours remain until the start of a week where shit gets real.

The last few weeks and months of planning Feast of Dan have been mental. My life has been consumed by potential venues, sponsors, contestants, games, rewrites, cameras and crew, and networking by which to achieve all of the above. So now as I’m on the verge of taking a bite of the cake I’ve so lovingly prepared, on this Sunday night I wonder; what more can I do?

There still remain a few cherries for decoration, but I’m looking forward to that moment on Tuesday afternoon when I can sit back and say: “that’s it”.

It’s akin to that feeling you get when, after months of preparation for an overseas adventure, you’re on the plane and you physically cannot do any more. All you’re able to do is sit back and enjoy the ride.

Now I can’t wait to stow my tray table.



I was right not to save the fine china for a special occasion. 

Last night I decided upon watching The Descendants, and it was lovely. The film lived up to all the hype, but in a charming way so as a result I was more “wow, you know what, that was really good” more than I was “OH MY GOD THAT WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE!”

And so now, with the knowledge that there is some goodness out there, in the cold light of day it’s back to Feast of Love.


It’s only natural to be cautious of something so good if you’ve only had mediocrity for so long.

Or every day.

Tonight, in the spirt of delaying the finale of Mad Men season 5 for as long as I can, I have the option of curling up and watching The Descendants. I’ve heard from many sources that this is a great film, and even the guy who plays David in the “At The Movies with Margaret and David” program said “I’m giving it four and a half”. So as I look at the DVD cover awaiting me, I wonder if perhaps this film will be too good.

After watching this 6/10 romantic drama every day of the year, am I really ready to truly get lost in a film, when lately I haven’t been? When you’ve spent week after week living off Mi Goreng, you naturally want that celebratory graduation dinner to be phenomenal, and you want to feel ready for it. I guess based on this analogy alone I really don’t feel like Mi Goreng tonight, so The Descendants it is.

Has anyone ever had to be convinced so much to watch George Clooney for 110 minutes?!



Last night I watched the Woody Allen documentary.


And among the many, many incredible things I took away from this film, was this:

“I’ve been working on the quantity theory. I feel that if I keep making films and keep making them, every so often one will come out. And that’s exactly what happens.”

I’ve long preferred the idea of quality over quantity. Though now it’s hard to argue with a man who’s responsible for not only an incredible body of work, but one which includes some of the greatest films of all time. Allen’s current rate of output is one film per year, and so while the last 10 years has seen Woody deliver some real clangers (Anything Else, Whatever Works, Scoop) it has also seen him produce some gems in Match Point, Vicky Cristina Barcelona and another masterpiece with Midnight in Paris. While idiots write Allen off upon the release of every clunker, they should keep in mind that if it weren’t for those misfires, it’s unlikely he’d have ever come up with the idea of a hot-as-fuck ScarJo and Penelope Cruz pash scene, or a goldmine led by Owen Wilson.

In order to “get it right”, you need to miss the mark once in a while to remind yourself where it is.

Could this be Greg Kinnears theory when it comes to love and marriage? Within only 97 minutes we see Kinnear go through serious relationship after serious relationship, and god knows how many more of these he’s had previous to, and following, Feast of Love. So for every Scoop (Selma Blair), there’s a Match Point (Margaret).

While it’s easy to accuse of Kinnear of getting it wrong so many times when it comes to the ladies, you can’t argue that he’s trying to get it right.


Every time you experience some bullshit, it’s comforting to know you can always come home to something.

Sunday night, for what could easily be the 20th time, I watched High Fidelity. I’ve been around a while and so during this time, this little gem of “Men Rule!” filmmaking has become somewhat of a haven for me - my “break-up film”, if you will. I can almost guarantee that after each of my break-ups I’ve at some point had a few too many reds and sat down to watch John Cusack go back through the many women he’s experienced failed relationships with to find out, once and for all, where he’s going wrong. And so, the other night, I did just that. 

And I couldn’t help but think, “I wonder if Feast of Love is someone’s break-up film?”

Is there someone among the 6,973,738,433 people of planet Earth who will always go back to Feast of Love in order to once again feel optimistic about love and life?


When offering advice to those so desperately seeking it, you not only run the risk of coming across too blunt, but also having it be misinterpreted.

In “Feast of Love”, Chloe seeks the advice of a fortune teller who’s advice for her just may be a prime example of this. In this scene, said batshit crazy fortune teller attempts to put Chloe’s mind at ease in regards to her future and that of Oscar, Chloe’s overnight soulmate. The fortune teller assures Chloe that, ”people can keep other people alive”, leading her to believe that love is so great, it has the power to heal even the most heinous plagues and diseases of the 21st Century. Therefore, Chloe goes away confident in the fact that no matter what happens to Oscar in the future, as long as she loves and cares and supports him, he’ll live a long and healthy life. Minutes later in film-time, Oscar suffers a heart attack witnessed by an understandably horrified Chloe, who surely can’t work out how the treatment prescribed to her by an unlicensed woman who’s office doubles as her lounge room, could have possibly gone wrong.

Did Chloe at any point stop to re-consider the advice given to her by the fortune teller? And that, perhaps, by “people” she meant, a doctor?!

Sure, you’re free to seek it and take it, though you better make damn sure you understand the advice you’re given.


Eventually it becomes apparent that, as a child, you were a fucking idiot.

Case in point: movies from your childhood. 

Between the ages of say, 8 and 15, you saw a movie and love, love, LOVED it. So much so that you probably spent more money hiring it every school holidays than it would’ve cost you to buy the damn thing on VHS from Sanity. Ha! Neither of those are things now! But in any event, this particular film seems to be something that you fall in love with which serves a purpose for a particular time in your life. Yet at some point, you just simply  stop watching it. I don’t believe it has anything to do with the film itself necessarily, just that after so many viewings you naturally either get tired of watching the same thing over and over again (no shit), or you just simply grow up.

So comes the time, some years later, when you re-visit the love you once felt. You’ll come across the movie during a very indecisive night at the video store and figure you’d love to take a trip down memory lane a.k.a just couldn’t possibly want to GTFO of the store any more. And so this was me, last weekend. 


Who could forget?! Not only was this Pierce Brosnan’s first outing as Bond, James Bond, but also Dan Smith’s first experience watching a Bond, James Bond film. Something which, after all these years, has stood the test of time compared to all those that haven’t - even with all those incredible English actors playing Russian characters.

Which made me wonder: I wonder if, 10 years from now, Feast of Love will stand the test of time?

Or perhaps more accurately; will I even be able to sit through the whole motherfucker?