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This Boy’s Life: Crialese Cuts Corners in Well-Meant Trans Coming-of-Age Drama
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No Glove No Love: Akin Revels in Garish Grotesqueries with Squalid Period Piece
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The French-Tunisian director who won the 2013 Palme d’Or for Blue is the Warmest Color...
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.