Fresh of the plane after a several-year stint in the UK, I couldn’t be more thrilled to have landed in amongst my favourite film festival. Nothing better for me than sitting front-ish and centre-ish for a couple hours of let-it-be-good-or-let-it-be-weird in Wellington’s beautiful and historic cinemas.
In a year of darker content, my must see picks below intertwine this broad shift toward morbidity with my acute man-crush on Colin Farrell.
