They Kill Horse Riders, Don’t They?: Ortega Puzzles with Deadpan Metaphors
Nothing is what it appears to be in Argentinean Luis Ortega’s latest film Kill...
Orders from Above: Mitre Recounts Landmark Trial in Lengthy Courtroom Procedural
In 1976, Isabel Perón, wife of the deceased Juan Perón, was deposed as the...
Pop Goes the Remake: Campanella Returns with Ghoulish Remake of Black Comedy
In the 2000s, the New Argentine Cinema gained international prominence thanks to a...
The Sound of My Voice: Meta Delivers Masterful Psychological Identity Horror
Does it come from without or within? ‘It’ being the perception of danger, delusion...
The Weasels (El Cuento de las comadrejas)
Argentina’s Juan José Campanella, who oscillates back and forth between television and film, returns with eighth feature The...
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.