'Three monkeys' Nuri Bilge Ceylan @ Sydney Film Festival

A window that looks out to the sea, drops of blood on the floor, a curtain blown up by the breeze... This is a show of little paintings, and while there's lots to see, little can be said of their content, except, of course, if you happen to be there.

'(500) Days of Summer' Marc Webb @ Sydney Film Festival

This latest movicine identifies broken blood vessels somewhere in the stomach, where 'love' fought its battle over someone that just didn't feel the same way about you, and slowly nurtures them back for reuse. It feels good, but please use responsibly.

'What are they doing here?' Cao Fei @ Art Gallery of NSW

Things 'Made in China' carry more than just an attractive price; they are packed with stories and lives from the otherness, or the unknown. This story uses a more universal language, and at times, it resonates like a morning stare at your bathroom mirror.

Peter Robinson @ Artspace

A mysterious cube; an abandoned salt lake, a piece of the sky, a sniff for a giant nostril. The list goes on, but not for long. In the end, it's light, empty, and useless and fades quickly like an image during a regular commute to work.

'Overlord' Stuart Cooper @ Sydney Film Festival

Death writes a poem, calls it 'War',and sends it to life. Life reads it, sheds a tear and moves on.

'Lighting the sails' Brian Eno @ Sydney Opera House

The video projections inhabit the building like butterflies around a tree trunk. Like a good book, if you get into it, you can stare for hours. People will take pictures and take you in their homes to share with friends and family.

'Archive' Michael Cusack @ Martin Browne Fine Art

The paintings live in one of those white minimalist apartments, somewhere in the Upper East Side. During the 70s. They gather things of different shapes and sensibilities and place them together according to eastern philosophic traditions. They look balanced, but their lives are a complete mess.

'Collage' Michael Taylor @ Gallery 9

The paintings have been shipped from last century, sometime in the mid-50s. The years of memories and unfortunate choices weight down the interesting bits. It's not a pretty sight, and it's not meant to be. The big canvases in the last room have something better to say.