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Happy-Go-Lucky: Locy’s Odd, High-Spirited Portrait of a Scam Artist
A mere glance at the extensive list of executive producers (which includes David Gordon Green, Jody...
Toy Story: Pinney’s Debut a Strange Love Puzzle
Writer and cinematographer Adam Pinney (credited for both on indie filmmaker Adam Orr’s films Blood Car and...
Boy and His Dog: Syeed Offers Rare Glimpse into Urban Somali Community
For his sophomore effort, A Stray, director Musa Syeed focuses on a specific,...
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.