A Jazzman’s Blues: Gee Strikes the Right Chords in Tender DocudramaE
British filmmaker Grant Gee, heretofore best known as a documentarian of various musical artists,...
Fugue De Chao: Lynch Hits the Yellow Bricks in Masterful, Neglected Daymare
“I like to remember things my own way,” remarks the onerous protagonist of...
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...
The Long Spliff Goodnight: Nourizadeh’s Stoner Action Flick Mixes Kooky with Convention
Comprised of a tangle of similar narrative threads spliced together from a variety...
Riot This Way: Almeryeda Back to Contemporizing Shakespeare
While many were quick to critique director Michael Almereyda’s Y2K update of Shakespeare’s most notable play, Hamlet,...
Sequelizer: Fuqua Resurrects Vintage TV Series to Maudlin Effect
Upon the project’s official announcement, it may not have seemed a necessarily surprising or even awful...
Summer of Our Discontent: Dabis’ Sophomore Feature an Uneven Venture
Nebraska born filmmaker Cherien Dabis follows up her well received 2009 debut Amreeka with a...
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.