Reflections on a Ride to Broomehill

The director of “Katanning in Chrome” uses his unique talent to take a look at travel in the Great Southern from a slightly different angle. This film is about the angst of being solitary in a helmet. The imagery is both vivid and blurred, and the incidental visual noise is a vital counterpoint to the underlying metaphor of travelling along the road of life, when only the ultimate destination can be seen in focus, and only then at the very end of the journey, when all opportunity is gone to turn back and rectify the wrong turnings we have taken in life.

Some say it is too long. I say you cant get a complicated story like this into any shorter time without compromising the integrity of the film, and cutting the credits.

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Alone in a sea of spinifex.
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2 Responses to Reflections on a Ride to Broomehill

  1. All film is metaphor Bob!

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  2. Bob says:

    Underling metaphor. Yeah right!

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