You’ll Like My Mother: Matthiesen’s Debut a Gentle Giant
Director Mads Matthiesen developed his 2007 short film Dennis into his feature debut, Teddy Bear, a...
Film vs. digital doc obscures message with overt Hollywood deference
From the opening Oscar broadcast-style montage of iconic movie clips (apparently it is only Hollywood,...
Consuming Dystopia: Cronenberg’s Latest a Morose Microcosm of Greedy Consumption
David Cronenberg returns to a familiar formula, that of creating a uniquely original film from...
By merging the former Visions into the Wavelengths section, Cameron Bailey has essentially made a new incontournable programme. Headed by Andréa Picard, the section...
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.