Matthew Murray

Matthew Murray’s filmography is kind of a wild ride, honestly. CloudStreet: Soaring the American West (2015) is like this cinematic road trip across skies and deserts, chasing that big, impossible dream of flight—real vintage Americana vibes, you know? The whole thing just soaks you in open skies and the stubborn, brilliant weirdos who refuse to keep their feet on the ground. There’s grit, there’s wonder, there’s that feeling of chasing something huge and maybe unattainable, but dang if they don’t try. Then you’ve got Learning Wild (2024), which flips things. It’s not about escaping gravity, but about digging into the wilderness, quite literally. The movie’s this mash-up of survival, curiosity, and people wrestling with their own limits out where cell signals go to die. It’s raw, kind of humbling, and sometimes hilarious—nature doesn’t care about your plans, and the cast finds that out, again and again. The whole thing pulses with this sense of discovery, like, “What happens if I just… keep going?” And then there’s Love Hurts (2025), which, man, that title says a lot. It dives right into the messiness of being human—falling in love, falling out, getting bruised and doing it all over again. Nothing sugarcoated. The characters stumble, overthink, laugh at themselves, and sometimes break your heart a little. There’s a real honesty to it, like someone put all your worst dating stories on screen but made them beautiful, somehow. Murray’s films just hit that sweet spot where dreams, survival, and heartbreak all feel really, really real.