IONCINEMA.com’s IONCINEPHILE of the Month feature focuses on an emerging creator from the world of cinema. This month, we feature journalist, novelist, screenwriter turned...
All that Glitters: Cattet & Forzani Cut Stylish Swath Through Arid Neo-Western
For their third film, Let the Corpses Tan!, another heavily styled recalibration of...
Highly indebted to Martin Scorsese and Paul Schrader’s 1976’s Taxi Driver, a classic portrait of urban sleaze and anti-social behavior, (perhaps more than anyone...
Nobody’s Fool: Hartley Concludes His Grim Trilogy
While it may be wholly unnecessary to see the two preceding films in the loosely knit Grim trilogy...
Wild at Heart: Johnson’s Solipsistic, Sincere Coming-of-Age Drama
Initially titled The Wilderness of James when it premiered at the 2014 SXSW Film Festival, Michael Johnson’s...
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.