An unmitigated disaster of the highest order, Bahamondes directorial vision is like watching a first year media student remake Good Time, we get it, you like the Safdies…. Good for you dickhead.

This represents the most repugnant aspects of modern Australian cinema, the blatant and quite frankly disgusting misogyny in display here is like something from the 60s, Bahamondes’s flagrant hatred of women rears it’s ugly head in every frame, it’s 2022, grow up!

All this doesn’t even get to what happened to me following the screening, when leaving the theatre to get some delicious frozen yoghurt Director Aaron Bahamondes and his posey of clowns jumped me, kicking 5 of my teeth out, fracturing 4 of my ribs and breaking…

I really didn’t think I was gonna post another review until whenever my next short film comes out, but I had to make an exception for this.

I actually held off watching this for a fair amount of time, first off because I needed all the time in the world to micromanage my own film, but also because I knew that this was gonna be amazing, and if I held off on watching it I’d be able to legitimately get inspired by it instead of intimidated or jealous or anxious because I wasn’t spending
EVERY.
SECOND.
EDITING.

And just as expected, I was right. This is just as awesome as I’d hoped it would be. Aaron absolutely outdid himself with…

Only once in a generation do you see a filmmaker with such contempt for women, let alone the craft of filmmaking. This film truly reeks of equal parts xenophobia and sexism, with the subtext proving this undeniably. Bahamondes sets us right back to the 1950s with his backwards-thinking dogmatic sense of male superiority.

I can speak personally in regards to an incident with the ‘FleshGore’ and ‘Crime Running’ writer-director. I was waiting for a train at Watergardens Station when the emerging filmmaker took notice of me and stopped dead in his tracks. He then proceeded to launch at me in head-butt position, charging at me from 50 meters away. 

As I told him to stop, he kept yelling at me…

I’ve seen Aaron Bahamondes has resurfaced in the media circuit again so I think this is a good time to remind everyone what a sexist, homophobic, boob of a man this “DirEcToR” is.

Last week I had a run in with said Bahamondes Brother and he stopped me, I thought maybe he was going to apologise for his actions at our previous meeting where he spat on me and called me a dyke bitch when I asked him a very reasonable question after the premiere screening of this movie.
(It’s funny, I actually ran into him this time after a 16mm screening of The Kid With X-Ray Eyes at the astor)

Anyways, it started off normal, he said hello, asked…