Cross to Bear: Mitevska’s Playful Yet Potent Critique of the Heteropatriarchy
Disarming thanks to its charming tone, which could mistakenly be defined as slight, Macedonian...
The Play’s the Thing: Schanelec Shines with Striking Dynamic on Artifice vs. Authenticity
Words pour out of us, as the main character vocalizes in one...
Truth Be Told: Holland Revisits the Horror of the Holodomor
Polish director Agnieszka Holland returns to a subject matter favored in her most memorable offerings—lost...
Canadian filmmakers Sofia Bohdanowicz and Deragh Campbell continue their creative collaboration with Berlin Intl. Film Festival selected MS Slavic 7. Following the character of Audrey Benac...
For its 69th edition of the festival, Berlin presents a varied and unpredictable lineup of international auteurs. Plenty of returning luminaries are present, including...
As has been the Berlinale’s custom of years past, several early competition titles have been confirmed along with the 2019 opener, Lone Scherfig’s The...
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.