Easily the section that this journalist feels the most at home with, this year's Vanguard section (programmed by such folk, among others Scandi-discoverer Steve...
Yesterday's press conference was not unlike a Christmas morning where the presents under the tree come unwrapped. A good two hours before Piers Handling...
Sing ‘em With Me: Ambitious Horror Anthology Overreaches Itself
Nearly every anthology film ever made suffers from the same predicament in that there are usually...
The thrill of meeting Marjane Satrapi reminded me of being 6 years old at Disney Land when I met the living, breathing Cinderella. Except Cinderella was an actress with a blond wig and Marjane is the real woman behind her autobiographical graphic novel, turned movie, “Persepolis”. The distinctive mole on her nose and her dark sultry eyes rose off the page and appeared in front of me, smoking and speaking with a French accent.