In which a Sydney film-maker decides to fight coal seam gas production in Sydney by making a short film in accordance with the principles laid down by Kim Jong Il for North Korean propaganda films, and travels to North Korea (or the DPRK) to meet the elite of the cloistered state's film-making industry - directors, actors, musicians, technicians - to learn their techniques. I'd been drawn to it by the premise, and particularly the promise of communist kitsch, but in fact what made this film (actually a documentary about the making of the short) so winning was the insight into North Korean society and its people, even allowing for the inevitably tightly controlled nature of the exercise.
(w/ Cass)
(w/ Cass)
