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I like Chapel Off Chapel. I like making my way down there: the train ride to Prahran, walking up Greville Street, wishing I had a booking at Chez Olivier or Fog. Admittedly, I’m not the world’s biggest fan of Chapel

And so dystopia inches ever closer. In what might be perceived as a culture-wide riposte to the atrocities of the times, books like Andrew McGahan’s Underground and Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, films like Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men and James

Easy Ryder (Cathy Kohlen) is not a well woman. With her unfulfilled longing and doe-eyed vulnerability, the improbably named titular character of Fiona Sprott’s monologue-cum-cabaret is the woman feminism left behind. That a woman must define herself in relation to

Welcome to the world of sleaze, pretty baby We’ve got everything you need You’ll fit in, it’s such a breeze, pretty baby Happy living on your knees. – World of Sleaze, Regurgitator One of the most important lessons I learned

First things first: Corroboree is, as far as recent Australian cinema goes, a bit of an anomaly. When you look at most of this country’s recent output, from Somersault (Cate Shortland, 2004) to Kenny (Clayton Jacobson, 2006) and back again, there are very few, if any,

Children’s rhymes, when sung at just the right tempo, with just the right lilting, listless tone, have a tendency to become slightly unnerving. There is something disquieting about the strange familiarity of the world a child inhabits; about their propensity