Flicks, Aaron Yap
Being Venice reveals Sydney to be a viable source for locations of glowing, near-otherworldly Edward Hopper-quoting prettiness, but that’s practically all that’s interesting about Aussie-based NZ-born filmmaker/poet Miro Bilbrough’s feature debut. This muddled, largely undistinguished navel-gazing snore-fest is Sundance pablum of the most precious, mannered kind, where we’re left to sort through the banal emotional cataclysms of characters whose inscrutable behaviour remains best comprehended by their creator.
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