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It must have felt audacious indeed to programme the only short film Samantha Lang has ever made at the Clermont-Ferrand International Short Film Festival some thirty years ago. Not merely because the film was titled Audacious, but because the cultural memory of the scandal provoked by Steven Soderbergh’s Sex, Lies, and Videotape (1989) was still raw. Lang’s film, in its own quiet way, ventured even further. Audacious traces the intimate inner life of a woman frustrated by her

Leave One Day. Partir un jour. A film of nostalgia, which opened the Cannes Film Festival last year. In the toilets of Palace Moore Park, in Sydney, after the screening, discussions were running wild about what rating this film should get. Mine would be 8.5 out of 10, provoking a wave of incomprehension while washing hands above the sink. My cinematic tastes are more than questionable, I know. My all-time favorite film is The Big Blue — that says it all. I loved Visconti's T

There are films that announce themselves loudly, and others that draw you in almost imperceptibly, like a slow breath held just a little too long. The Well belongs resolutely to the second category. It is a film that trusts silence, duration, and atmosphere - an increasingly rare confidence, and one that immediately signals Samantha Lang’s mastery. Lang, whose work has travelled the world’s most demanding festivals and whose The Well competed for the Palme d’Or at Cannes, cra

On November 13th, 2025—exactly ten years after the tragic Paris attacks—we gathered at the Alliance Française de Sydney for something unprecedented: the first-ever Philo Bistro conducted entirely in English. For four years, Philo Bistro has been a beloved monthly tradition, bringing together French speakers to discuss philosophical questions in the style of the great café debates. But this time, we wanted to open our doors wider, to include those still learning French or more

Chronique douce-amère d’un tournoi de baby-foot au bout du monde. Par Olivier Vojetta. C’était un samedi soir de tournoi. Un samedi...

It began softly — like the hum of a distant melody. The Immigrant That Found Her Unapologetic Voice landed in my hands not with thunder,...

Sophie Beaumont, Suzanne Leal, Ursula Dubosarski, Agnès Clancier, Olivier Vojetta, et RC Queens (CREDIT: LOUISE ROUDIERE) “Il ne faut pas...

I am pleased that my Philo Bistro interview with Simon Fieschi is cited towards the end of this article entitled "Unsikable Paris",...

Fragments of eternity. Small in size, yet their impact on our hearts and souls is profound. Boris Toucas’ artworks at the CBD Gallery are...

C’est un lieu unique nommé OFF MARKET , niché dans un paradis parallèle du côté de Perth, à l’extrême ouest de l’Australie. Une galerie...

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” Ryan W. Daffurn said to me as we wrapped up an engaging one-hour conversation at the Maunsell...

Ce n'est plus comme avant... C’est peut-être là le fil rouge de Hors Tempo , ce menu théâtral composé de six actes, six “plats” aussi...

Le livre Le lac au miroir d’Odile Lefranc m’est parvenu en Australie en juin 2023, accompagné d’une gentille dédicace : Pour Olivier,...

C’est d’abord la couverture qui m’a happé. Le pointillisme des aborigènes australiens y éclate, et j’y retrouve les échos d’une petite...

François Dominique - La liberté individuelle interprétée dans l’étonnant roman Kietu? par Laurie Kardan, voit son souffle apprécié...

23.10.2024. Je me suis réveillé ce matin avec un an de plus et le cœur lourd, mais également avec un profond sentiment de gratitude....

Le père, la place du père, l’absence du père, la mort du père - la littérature a, de tout temps, fait feu de tout bois de ces thèmes là....

Simon Fieschi - Survivant de l’attaque des frères Kouachi au siège de Charlie Hebdo le 7 janvier 2015, l’homme de 40 ans a bien voulu...

I don’t believe in signs, but I know how to see them. Let me explain. After spending the week following in the footsteps of Augustine...

Je ne crois pas aux signes mais je sais les voir. Je vous explique. Après avoir passé la semaine à marcher dans les pas d’Augustine...