"what better way to ooze atmosphere than to set a film in the darkness below ground, in the claustrophobic confines of ever-tightening tunnels, where nobody knows what might lurk in the shadows or around the next bend?"
"...more a glimpse into the psyche of a man obsessed with purifying and cleansing the lost and tormented souls of the world than it is an exercise in how much blood and gore the filmakers can compress into a 90-minute movie."
"...more a glimpse into the psyche of a man obsessed with purifying and cleansing the lost and tormented souls of the world than it is an exercise in how much blood and gore the filmakers can compress into a 90-minute movie."
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.