In the A2 of Saturday, July 17 - which I can't find online, or at least not the contents, but is well worth chasing up - Suzy Freeman-Greene has written a lovely piece about the Melbourne of movies - covering of course many of the same films as I've written about in the book - she talks about "that inward jolt of recognition", and the way Melbourne is, sometimes, more of a mood than a place and "unspool your own buried feelings." She writes about how films show up the class divide - and the divide between east and west - going right back to The Story of the Kelly Gang, "where Kelly and his cohorts drink a toast in mugs after robbing a carriage-load of toffs".
It's cold and wet out there: it's film festival time in Melbourne.
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