Sean Byrne
The Loved Ones

A quick thing: guys, the year, the month and even the date, I don't know! I don't know the day, guys; the day of the premiere? And in which country? In ours or in the production's? And if they are mixed productions? What date do I choose? I don't know, really! Come on guys come on!!

Sorry, I never know if it's better to vent or if it's the case to stop and drop everything for a minute. Like when you have to follow your instinct and your instinct tells you not to trust yourself: at the crossroads your instinct tells you turn right!! But the instinct not to trust yourself screams noooo! So you have to go left!

It results in something confused. But as we were saying, why nervous? Because there is no disappointment, just pure anger when here it's up to me to fill in gaps, which shouldn't be my responsibility, that the word is no longer important than the person saying it, but okay, okay, I'll try.

Australia for me is no different from Sardinia. Lots of water around, everyone speaks well of it, but I have never been there. And it's a polemic symbiosis.

Sean Byrne did not help me at the time; for a newbie like me everything refers to American worlds: the environments, the chubby misfit, emo that in two-thousand-and-ten olé-o-o, the feeling of being in a O.C. torture, more than Australia. And he immediately wants to play the catcher, Sean, with that Master of Puppets shirt on the protagonist. BUT BE CAREFUL, because by making a time jump of a few years (precisely to 2015) you come crashing into The Devil's Candy, where if you watch the trailer you see the happy family in the car (sons of Shining mom and Funny Games dad) with the cartoonish Kirk Hammet card. Sean I don't understand what game you’re playing, but if two years ago at the TFF (Turin film festival, Turin, not Toronto, I know that’s the abbreviation for Toronto, but I used TFF to shorten it, but all in all, with the parenthesis I have recovered quite a bit) if I had managed to swallow it, I would have understood, I’d have caught you, and now here I remain, stuck awaiting to see this sort of metal fresco. There is no disappointment, just pure anger.

But how rude, I'm sorry, I completely forgot about The Loved Ones. Because that was the subject, and better not make false moves or the girl gets pissed. And the beauty is that, it only takes a small thing, no need for boulders, just a candy. This could be a dive into spoiler territory but simplicity is a rush of iodine when materialized in -are you coming to the dance with me?- No. Bam. And from there the dolly pink turns into the color of a drill. There is no disappointment, just pure anger.