Every edition, the Doha Film Institute lands some bold global filmmaker folk to offer mentorship and masterclasses for the next generation of filmmakers and...
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For her narrative feature debut Saint Omer, Alice Diop builds an agonizing and elegant...
As per usual, IFFR likes to drop a sampling of confirmed titles just before the official line-up unveiling (namely the Tiger Competition on December...
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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.