A Bear to Care: Attanasio Scores Modest, Sincere Debut
Although lacking in originality and narrative energy, director Annabelle Attanasio more often than not makes up...
How does free will exist when moral responsibility, opportunity and happenstance constantly impede on an individual's further actions? Blending themes of attachment, addiction and...
SXSW’s 2019 competition was dominated by talented women. Happily, this best-of-fest list contains several of their narrative achievements—plus two highly recommended out-of-competition docs. One...
Tucked in between spaces occupied by Venice and Toronto and NYFF, is the indispensable IFP Week. A summit slash showcase for true independent visions...
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.