Percy Manthey’s ZIPWHARF cannot be described. At least not well. I know this because I wrote its copy for the festival. I said something about London and shallow aspirations and e-cigarettes and rot and that’s fair but Leon and I spent about three hours in the Half Moon reciting lines from the film in a delirious (but uproarious) game of remember-when-this-happened. No other film has possessed us like this

Tim Carlier’s Paco wanders with sound recordist Manny as he drifts through Adelaide, Australia (as Leon muses, like a leaf—but perhaps more like a freelancer) in search of a lost radio mic. The film had its UK premiere on the second night of the 3rd Clapham International Film Festival.

Tim stays in the cinema for a while and talks to everyone. Sam liked the soundtrack, Tim tells him to listen to The Empty Threats. Tim follows me outside. I apologise for bringing him outside