The gods intervene for an evening and grant us the ABC. Arj Barker on The Glasshouse. A different kind of comedian to these smug Australians in their frenzy to deliver the line. Then All About My Mother. At first I don't recognise it. The trigger is the blue green of the kitchen cupboards and from then I'm waiting for that shot I remember. The aerial of Barcelona at dusk, over the hill, setting up the city from a distance, a mauve twinkling gem. I imagine I'm in a glider for that shot, but then it lands in that outskirts carpark and transvestite prostitutes are giving blowjobs. Penelope has a bird face, but the wallpaper is amazing.