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I'M WAYNE KERR AND IF THERE'S ONE THING I HATE... it's trendy fucking
art student types who go to film nights and sit around talking loudly in
their fashionably attired little cliques, oblivious to the fact that
this is a film night, and some people are trying to watch the actual
films, of all things, and to make out the soundtrack over the din of
vacuous social chatter.
</RANT>
Ahem... that's better. Anyway, of the films I saw there was The Illuminati, a short by some VCA people that posited that Michael Jackson was a product ofthe UFO cover-up conspiracy opposed by local industrial hip-hop group Curse Ov Dialect. There was also a film of someone blowing up parts of a house (slow motion sequences of books spinning through the air, opening and fragmenting, from an exploding library shelf, over ambient music; destruction never seemed so tranquil), as well as one of a Japanese performance artist smashing things whilst a drummer played, and some psychedelic computer-generated animations (moving polygons, wireframe creatures (squinks?) locomoting down wireframe paths, &c) over fragments of music (I recognised a Coil track).