Tag: 2017 Venice Film Festival

The Leisure Seeker | Review

Enduring Love & Fading Memories: Disappointingly Competent Road Movie Via Virzì Heavyweights Helen Mirren and Donald Sutherland take center stage in this mildly entertaining dramedy about...

2017 Venice Film Festival: Kechiche, Mandico & Ming-liang in Tommaso Tocci’s Top Five

It’s been a good year on the Lido, with a balanced and compact Competition slate that avoided the rollercoaster feeling of recent years and...

Le Fidèle (Racer and the Jailbird) | Venice Film Festival Review

A Child’s Heart: Roskam Keeps Digging to Find What Lies Beneath Fast Cars & Bank Heists From native Belgium to the States and back, Michaël...

Mektoub, My Love: Canto Uno | 2017 Venice Film Festival Review

A Summer of Love, One Dance at a Time: Kechiche’s Sprawling, Circular Poem Follows in the Footsteps of Blue It’s only the first part for now...

Top 5 Most Anticipated Venice Film Festival Picks: Ming-liang, Roskam, Pallaoro, Ferrara & Paravel/Castaing-Taylor

Keeping up its reputation as an awards season launchpad while not compromising on its recent philosophy of eclectic and daring competition programming, the Venice...

Venice 2017: Weiwei, Haigh, Maoz, Doueiri & Kechiche Compete for Golden Lion

Despite the number of spoilers in TIFF announcements less than 48 hours back, the are some top filmmaker names and highly anticipated film items...

The Conversation: The 2017 Venice & TIFF Vortex

As the fall festival circuit looms, anticipation is high for a number of items expected to premiere in the fourth quarter. Following a glut...

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La petite dernière (The Little Sister) | Review

The Lost Daughter: Herzi Passes Up Potency in Standard...

Interview: Marjane Satrapi & Vincent Paronnaud – Persepolis

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.