No Country for Smart Men: Aster Satirizes the Obvious
It would seem all is actually for naught in Eddington, Ari Aster’s sprawling, meandering fourth and...
Once all the "dust" settled from the Venice and TIFF program announcements, the 2017 film festival calendar hourglass pretty much confirmed that Paul Dano's...
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.