The Sydney Underground Film Festival is an annual film festival that takes place in Sydney, Australia, and shows independent, experimental and arthouse films from Australia and abroad. It provides a platform for exhibition, exposure and critical discussion with the intention of renewing local interest in alternative film as part of an international underground film culture.
In 2007, the festival screened over 100 films, including a range of diverse and original films from Sydney filmmakers and filmmakers such as David Lynch, Martha Colburn, David Firth, Virgil Widrich, Bill Morrison, Abigail Child, Albie Thoms, David Perry, Paul Winkler and Dirk De Bruyn. The program also included up and coming filmmakers such as Dean Francis, Soda_Jerk and William Mansfield.
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