For the seventh year in a row, Richard Wolstencroft — fascist twat and Director-for-Life of the Melbourne Underground Film Festival (MUFF) — is back. Again. With yet more ‘underground’ films to entertain Melbourne’s undiscerning yuppies; although, interestingly, with noticeably less fanfare than in previous years.
Reading Wolstencroft’s ‘Director’s Statement’ reveals him to be not only narcissistic (indeed, massaging Wolstencroft’s ego appears to be the Festival’s main — and perhaps only real — purpose), but a supremely untalented writer, and an even worse thinker. Given these facts, the only real question worth asking of MUFF is: ‘Why do filmmakers bother associating themselves with this Festival, and, by implication, Richard, and his appallingly bad vision?’
Buggered if I know. I just hope that this year Wolstencroft has actually sought and obtained permission to screen — and to make money from screening — other people’s films; something which he singularly failed to do in 2004, when the ‘political’ festival screened films by Mick Duffield and Gee Vaucher…
Pearls Before Swine—I’ve kind of always distrusted Richard Wolstencroft, filmmaker, Melbourne Underground Film Festival director, and tedious bore, partly because of his avowed fascist tendencies. Now that I’ve paid money for and sat through his fucking film, I just want to beat the cunt senseless.