A triptych that spans several generations and curiously moves backwards to present how we moved to a dangerous future, beautifully rendered in 35mm, Cities...
The hype machine officially began on Chilean filmmaker Dominga Sotomayor's third feature back in August when she won Best Director at Locarno. Since then,...
In a screenwriting process that would end up being more informed by Beatriz Seigner's hands-on docu approach, Los Silencios presents the secluded, no-man's lands...
The intimacy of smaller film festivals allow for a closer proximity between between those who create and those who contextualize and critique art. My...
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.