Guilty of Romance: Miller Weaves a Wacky and Disarmingly Charming Love Tapestry
To those who think the possibilities of heartfelt romantic comedies dried up in...
Tell-Tale Hearts: Liman Conjures a Time Capsule in Curious Cinematic Exercise
As cinematic content continues to unspool through premiering projects completed prior to the start...
Witch Kitsch: Zemeckis Dons Dahl in Revamp of Stylish Cult Classic
Thirty years ago, Nicolas Roeg, one of cinema’s most innovative cinematographer-turned-auteurs, adapted the 1983...
The most acquisitions and distributor launch-pad friendly section of the festival, the Premieres category had some big ticket items in Nisha Ganatra's Late Night,...
Far From Heaven: Haynes Mounts Modest Environmental Drama
In the oft-prestigious subgenre of environmental thrillers, particularly those detailing the grossly inhuman actions of powerful...
Seoul of the Matter: Vigalondo’s Environmental Impact Creature Feature Unique but Wonky
Spanish director Nacho Vigalondo scores major points for ambition and uniqueness in his...
Colossal
Director: Nacho Vigalondo
Writer: Nacho Vigalondo
We’ve been a bit underwhelmed with Spanish director Nacho Vigalondo’s two follow-ups to his fun 2007 debut Timecrimes, those being...
Title Track: Barker-Froyland’s Cloying Debut Plays Familiar Tune
“Sad song at night, hipster’s delight” should be the opening line in Kate Barker-Froyland’s mournful, musically inclined...
Don’t Let’s Ask For the Moon: Nolan’s Space Opera for the Ages
At last divorcing himself from the omnipotent shadows of Batman, director Christopher Nolan’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.