Sentimental Divide: Wright Weds Wilderness in Compassionate Debut on Grief
“Things do not change; we change,” is one of many eloquent statements from Thoreau’s eternal...
Elephant Walk: Stewart Dulls the Sting of Political Campaigning Hypocrisy with Broad Satire
The trick of a successful satire is to highlight stupidity or hypocrisy...
Housing Complex: Bahrani Extends Capitalism Criticism to Housing Market
Though his 2012 farming melodrama At Any Price found director Ramin Bahrani gaining wider visibility with...
Solitary Confinement Is Boring: Stewart's Adaptation Of Bahari's Lengthy Detainment is a Slick, Tame Affair
Jon Stewart’s first foray into the fictional film arena is...
The scribe behind Monsters vs. Aliens and The Rocker would normally be the last person I'd associate with Sundance, much less the director's chair...but...
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.