Programmers at the New York Film Festival are stealing some of the thunder from TIFF. The Spotlight line-up landed three world premieres (namely Ronan...
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...
Among the sixteen narrative feature films announced today all vying for Grand Jury Prize Award we have highly anticipated items from Janicza Bravo (Zola),...
Confessions of an Aging Artist: Baumbach Humorously Reflects on Filmmaking Ethics and Middle Age
In some ways the complimentary antithesis to his last work of...
Life is Like a Box of Chalk: Stiller Revamps Thurber for Hollow Melancholy
With its soaring visuals and dizzying soundtrack of expertly placed tunes to...
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.