Frammartino Digs Deep, But Barely Scratches the Surface
Michelangelo Frammartino’s Il Buco (“The Hole”) is a meditative journey into the center of the earth,...
O Brother Wherefore Art Thou: Joel Cohen’s Stunning Solo Shakespeare
Joel Coen’s first solo effort as director sans brother Ethan is visually sumptuous, visceral Shakespeare:...
Turn the Dial: Mills Explores the Mysteries of Youth, Exalted.
Mike Mills’ C’mon C’mon is a poignant, mellow ode to the next generation, explored through...
After premiering in the Directors' Fortnight and landing at the New York Film Festival, The Souvenir Part II - filmmaker Joanna Hogg’s highly-anticipated follow...
Take the Wheel, My Son: Panahi’s Character-Driven Exodus
Hit the Road is equal parts hilarious and devastating. Tracking an Iranian family while they try to...
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.