SQUATFEST 2010 ROUNDUP
February 23rd, 2010
What a terrific 10th SquatFest. How amazing to actually reach a full decade!
As we announced at the end of the night, this will be the last SquatFest that we (the SquatSpace collective) will organise ourselves.
So, it’s over to you, folks! If you love it, DIY! (And let us know so we can come along and cheer and heckle from the stalls, and help clean up the beer bottles after)…

[photo by Jessie]
Here are some photos from the night, from Bilateral, Kegroll, Mikofanclub, and Passmeawine. We’ll put up more links as we find them.
…and here are a few comments from the punters we got via email:
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Thanks for a really special night last night.
I’ve been getting down on how dorky Sydney is but it was a good reminder that the art squad dream is still floatin’ out there.
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thanks to the whole team for putting on such an incredible event.
The venue, the hosts, the comfy-ness and popcorn, all made it one of the most memorable cinema experiences ever.
The first time I went to Squatfest was only last year, so it was sad, but understandable that you want to pass on the reigns.
If you decide to keep going next year, I would like to volunteer my time to help out. I’m good at AV, graphic design, cleaning, etc…
Thank you once again for an uplifting night out.
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too bad if you didnt make it cause you missed ‘the ride of your life’.
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Sorry I didn’t make it last night. I was busy chowin’ down on some CC!
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(This last comment was from none other than Tropfest guru John Polson Himself (via facebook!) … Of course by now seasoned SquatFest goers would know that CC=”corporate cock”)
An emerging theme in the films this year was the value of the old: old technologies, old performance-art documentation videos, even old memories of queer cultural manifestations. History seeping back into SquatFest. Which is appropriate, given that it’s a decade since we started these shenanigans.
Not to mention the history embedded in the incredible venue itself, the rooftop of an abandoned Motel, with million-dollar city skyline views!
We are incredibly grateful to our comrade Brad, who lent us his battery powered system. This meant we could operate ‘off the grid’, as the Motel’s power had rather inconveniently been disconnected before our arrival…

[The view from the rooftop of the venue for the 10th SquatFest]
Interestingly, we had fewer films submitted this year - in fact, just the right amount for a scorcher of a screening. In previous years, too many films have been brought along, so that some folks had to miss out and ended up a bit grouchy.
We should point out, for the record, that SquatFest is entirely uncurated. DVDs, VHS tapes or USB drives (and in previous years, super 8 reels) are handed over just half an hour before the screening. We have no idea what we are going to watch, nor in what order - the filmmakers themselves take responsibility for all that. And we must say, the quality this time was very high! During the night filmmakers from the audience are invited to shout out a few words about their work, making for a very intimate and sometimes rowdy rooftop celebration of experimental and activist film culture.

[winner Dean making his acceptance speech…]
Our winner, Dean Sewell, crafted a beautiful documentary poem about an old musician who lives in squatted shacks around the river systems of Sydney. Constructed from still photographs overlaid with music by the old fellow himself, this piece was unanimously judged “tremendous” and entirely appropriate for SquatFest, by our 300-strong, highly intelligent audience.
Dean walked off with the gorgeous prize, a plate featuring popcorn and a choc-top holding aloft a golden trophy, made specially by guest artist Matthew Hopkins.

[The SquatFest 2010 trophy, a hand-painted plate by Hopi…]
In second place was Tom Jackson (a previous SquatFest winner) with his very funny dramatisation of a film-crew working with cardboard cameras. (Tom’s film also had cameos from Sally and Nicky, his very popular sister-superstars - always a sure way to please the crowd).
Third place might have gone to a great VHS tape brought by Tobin Saunders documenting the 1996 Drag Races on Bondi Beach. But I could be mixed up there, my memory gets a bit cloudy… Or no, maybe that’s wrong - perhaps third prize went to the Post-Arrivalists with their Holden Porno film starring a mustachioed and very buff Lee Wilson…

[the crowd enjoying themselves on the rooftop…]
The night was peppered with the often moving, completely rantastic and grandiosely punchy improvised speeches of Jay Katz, our invited un-celebrity guest. Jay’s spirited denouncements of Tropfest (not to mention Facebook and any other technologies of subtle social control which happened to step in front of his tongue) was the perfect counterpoint to our own rather shambolic (but loveable) method of introducing each film.
We’ll post up some links to this year’s films as we upload them for your viewing pleasure!
Many thanks to Brad, Chris, Tim, Jackie, Alex, Adrian, Andy, Swerve, Benji, Falcon the barman, Nick, and everyone else who helped set up, take down, loaned us equipment and made the night great.
That’s all folks! SquatFest is dead… LONG LIVE SQUATFEST!








