The Organist, film review: Australian indie leaves a bad aftertaste

Melbourne-made dark comedy The Organist has plenty of interesting ideas, but ultimately fumbles the execution.
Jack Braddy as Graham Sloane in The Organist. Image: Weird Neighbour/MIFF

The Organist isn’t good. It’s tough for me to admit that because, on paper, the concept of the film really sings:

A man who earns a commission brokering organs for sickly people meets a physically healthy man who’s ready to die and donate all of his organs in one go. It’s easy to envision a black comedy like this becoming a real breakout hit. Alas, what we get is a confused tale that moralises when it should satirise, and goofs around when it should be sincere.

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Silvi Vann-Wall is a Melbourne-based journalist, podcaster, critic and filmmaker who loves frogs and improv comedy. They were the ScreenHub Film Content Lead from 2022 to 2025. Twitter (X): @SilviReports / Bluesky: @silvi.bsky.social‬ / Website: silvireports.com