Enoch Mailangi

Everyone in a small town assumes they know you, but when a closeted gay adolescent hooks up with a married guy, it has far-reaching effects for a group of teens who were previously invisible.

A shy teen wants desperately to fit in and enjoy his high school years if only his dead best friend and a posse of rotting ghouls would stop sabotaging him at every turn.

In a survival-of-the-fiercest, two twenty-something black millennials decide it's time to call the racists out. They think it could cause a revolution, instead it causes a downgrade in lifestyle.

Nathan's fever dream of a gym session grows complicated when he realises that he has feelings for a new member, and the two proceed to dance around their desires.

Trust Enoch to make a joke about the bi-larious strawberry needlegate. This short stars Tommy Misa spewing up blood - my two biggest fears are performing illness and nobody believing me, and sharing body fluids with nobody. It could convey overloaded capitalist-heavy subtexts about food shortages. But (and I know it’s bad to start a sentence with ‘but’) it’s the fantasy of poisoning children that reminds us this work is about hysterical news and media panic as entertainment. It’s very Sarah Paulson, somehow…

Based on real gossip and violence. Vibrant colour invites us into a bat forest as someone waits, strips, for trade. A drummer is interviewed about a violent confrontation as he smashes his kit. A slim figure limps out of the darkness covered in blood to the sounds of New York's underground popstar Macy Rodman. A car bangs along an old dirt road and picks up stragglers, lost overnight who seem less affected than maybe they should be considering... Grape Steak is a wishfully ambient portal, a love-poem of trauma and humiliation set in Sydney, a slow comedy for a come-down, made resourcefully and communally over five years.