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Here is one film, I finally got around to watching on Netflix, thanks to my friend, and I'm glad I did. Here is one film, thanks to it's originality and story, that completely enraptured and mesmerized me. Small admittance: I was an extra in this Adelaide film, and I was glad I was fu..in' part of it. Another thing I liked about this movie is how dark it is, visually too. The story involves a psychiatrist, haunted and mentally tortured by a former patient who took her own life, in a scene familiar to that in the starting of Color Of Night, one film, this film is a long way from. When receiving a flyer, to a mind minding group, a facade for a cult, run by a deceptive host, father Jay (Steve Le Marquand), at first against it, he becomes one of them, where coming to realize soon, things aren't what they seem amongst this manipulated many. Funnily enough I was expecting much more violence, one suicide scene, seemed very implicit, I for one, was kind of thrown, as I remember the director saying, prefore to shooting, it was gonna be quite graphic. But OEG is just such a different and totally absorbing riveting movie experience with very good, if real performances to boot. But none, are better than it's lead, Winter, who I actually met. He displays so many levels of emotion, making him one hell of a character/actor to watch, a likable one too, but all of this is so authentic, not overdone in anymore. A true blue, fine crafted performance, that makes you realize, there's some really great up and coming talent out there. Taking second dibs, was Le Marquand, who I also really liked, a good actor and real larrikin character, off set, who I also met. He was the other memorable performance, and there were others. Everyone pulls their weight here and delivers, even ones in little parts, or b.g. shots, but what I liked about the acting of the mains in this film, was the believability and realism of their performances, to their situations and predicaments, of course none finer than Winter. The opening overhead shot, that kind of had you debating if that was Adelaide, as some of it was shot in Sydney from what I believed, which heralded this Indie masterpiece, was an impressive start for this low budget winner. A winner that warrants "must see viewing" from anyone who hasn't seen it, but if disturbed or affected by cults, this film is not for you. The music scores are hauntingly great, the end movie score fittingly is sadly beautiful. Of course, the end one on the train, I had a few qualms, but the tragic outcome of for one hits hard, as does the film. On the whole, One Eyed Girl, a one eyed masterpiece, is one encapsulating and well received movie experience, just probably not on IMDb.
tim-arnold777
I swear I didn't dose off at in the first 45 minutes of this film, but it really seemed as though there were big gaping holes in the story. Really got tired of these tedious cult people forcing him to drink some gunk which he invariably upchucks. The story inched along, didn't pick up pace and left me feeling as though I was standing on a dark corner waiting for a ride at 3am. Would not recommend to anyone. Another of many Superchillin offerings that tout better than a 7.2 stars on IMDb, but when I actually come here, find it's a good 2 stars lower rated. 3 reviews are not a wide enough base to feasibly rate a film. The producer, director and main character could have logged on and given it rave reviews, but this was nothing close to the quality or content I would expect from a 7.2 star movie.
Mozjoukine
It's an unwelcome responsibility to be the only one to write about this bubble from the swamp of fringe Australian production in which the hopes of a cross section of the country's film making talent are obviously emotionally invested. It has one great idea, the broken character absorbed into a cult gone bush is himself a therapist, which gives him some understanding of what is happening.However if we are going to tackle this film on the level of high seriousness, which it clearly would like, note absence of religion which is the back bone of pretty well all such operations and the objection that sudden sodomy is not the central evil that makes them destructive.The grainy images assembled in jagged discontinuity take a while to lose conviction and there are moments which engage - Winter's self dismissal, Le Marquand's Iraq monologue, the swinging at the punching bag routine. However on a single viewing there is no feeling that there is some great truth buried by the production's excessive length.
