Right Sketch, Wrong Skit: Sangsoo Scans Patterns in Bittersweet Interludes
Perspectives of regret and the uncertain odyssey of retrospection emphasize the undertones of perennial auteur...
There’s a Ghost in Me: Zurcher Explores the Necessity of Destruction
Amidst all the existential dread in Franz Kafka’s body of work, silver linings abound,...
Dry Spell: Bareiša Explores Trauma in the Abstract
Repetitive patterns once again provide the narrative parameters reinforcing oblique happenings for Lithuanian director Laurynas Bareiša in...
Imitation of Life: Giordana Composes an Old-Fashioned Miracle
Music seems to be the language of the heart in The Life Apart (La vita accanto), a bizarre...
The Taste of a Poison Paradise: Bliuvaite Explores the Commodification of Women’s Bodies
Lithuanian filmmaker Saulė Bliuvaitė perhaps could not have contrived a more succinct...
The Unhappy Hooker: Vernier Explores Ennui in Monaco
Interconnected drifters aligned with sex work once again provide the backbone for Virgil Vernier’s third feature 100,000,000,000,000...
The Dead Don’t Die: Slim Sets Adrift in Tedious Metaphors
For his third feature film, Agora, Tunisian director Ala Eddine Slim continues in the realm...
Smite Material: Marais Unearths Jungle Cliches
It’s been over a decade since South African director Pia Marais’ last feature, and she’s spent six years working...
Coup de Madre: Díaz Revisits Violent Turmoils with Intimate Familial Drama
Director César Díaz continues his cinematic exploration of Guatemala’s brutal civil war, considered the...
And Bear Your Eyes: Hochhäusler’s Grim Sketch of a Tangled Underworld
Death, it seems, does not quite become Christoph Hochhäusler, the Berlin School alum making...
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.