The Lost Daughter: Herzi Passes Up Potency in Standard Adaptation
“My name is Fatima,” is one of the constant refrains utilized in Fatima Daas’ celebrated...
When I was actively watching Kaouther Ben Hania’s devastating The Voice of Hind Rajab (read review), it reminded me Alejandro González Iñárritu's short film...
In a Child’s Name: Ben Hania’s Grueling Portrait of Genocide
It’s the responsibility of artists to use their platforms as a mechanism to speak truth...
When the balance of the universe is disturbed, the hierarchy of nature's totem can be reconfigured. If the earth's creatures are more closely attuned...
Favorites of the Moon: Liatard and Trouilh Stargaze Through the Rubble of Resistance
Yuri (Alseni Bathily) seems to be the glue holding his community together...
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.