Faced with his imminent death, a theatre director has retired to an isolated retreat to live out his last days with his son and five favourite actresses. He calls Conor, an inexperienced beautiful young man, to this spiritual haven for an experiment in performance that will blur the line between fiction and lies, biography and legacy, ceremony and sacrifice. The director watches from the shadows as the actresses perform scenes from his life, and Conor is absorbed into this uncertain twilight world of memories and confessions. Can the muse atone for the sins of the artist?

A haunting experience of intense beauty and restraint. A must for anyone who loves cinema.

You very likely already are saying 'Huh?' to all this and you are right. I couldn't make head nor tail (nor tale either) of this farrago, apparently an attempt at some form of sub-Alain Resnais sensibility, so I deputised the job to the DVD cover blurb. That was the first paragraph. The second para was an opinion from Megan Spencer on radio JJJ. The only way I could account for it was that Ms Spencer must be the director's mum.

There were occasional hints that it was all some sort of unscripted play, but the film failed to convey its plot across to me. Even less did it induce me to care.

In the end, the only way I found to survive through to the end was to pretend it was an allegory. The prologue up country bus journey was really the midnight coach ride to Borgo Pass, the setting (in the spa at Hepburn Springs) was Castle Dracula, the shadowy 'director' was a behind the scenes Count, the actresses his brides, and the BYM a bewildered and bewitched Jonathan Harker. Certainly the mind control and blood motifs were there.

I still didn't care for it. The soonest these vampires shot through to harvest jugulars in the big smoke was never going to be soon enough.

I was a bit surprised by the film's 'beautiful young man'. I was expecting a Dorian Gray type, but Conor O'Hanlon who played his namesake here wouldn't have looked out of place in the Wallabies front row.

I thought that this film started well - the thump of the motor, the car park and the ride in the bus that gave a great view of the countryside. The arrival at the boarding house kept my interest, it wasn't until the show moved into the boarding house that I became disappointed, the scenes shot from then on were poorly lit and poorly shot. I was prepared to put up with the innocuous script and terrible acting but not the lack of light and consequent lack of engagement with the characters. I left the cinema feeling that my friend had been robbed (she paid for the tickets and refused to take money from me - she walked out 20 minutes in).

Corroboree, Ben Hackworth's first feature length movie, is a visually stunning film about self-discovery and a journey into the magical mind of artistry. Similar in atmosphere to "Picnic at Hanging Rock", Corroboree follows the main protagonist, Connor, as he journeys through a house of mystery and intrigue, reliving the life of a dying film director.

However stunning the setting or the atmosphere of the film, it doesn't make up for the lack of credible acting, scriptwriting or composition. There is no doubting that this film looks beautiful. Katie Milwright, the cinematographer, has photographed the film with grace and beauty. However, Ben's choice of shots and framing do not make full use of her talents. We are unable to relate to the characters, or see their emotional struggles, as Ben chooses not to show us close-ups. The camera seems to be locked into one position every scene and we are unable, as an audience, to intricately follow Connor's mysterious journey. We feel detached, as if we are intruders that shouldn't be there.

This film had so much more to offer than what it did. As a film student, I could see what Ben Hackworth was trying to convey, it is just a shame that he couldn't pull it off. Australian cinema has so much potential to offer the world. We are right up there among the rest when it comes to cinematography and aesthetic. However, Corroboree is a fine of example of what we lack. Until we can find our own unique voice and convey that in script and storytelling format, Australia will always be a small blip on the international film radar.