For her debut feature film, Lkhagvadulam Purev-Ochir delves into her own past experiences, exploring customs and traditions through the eyes of her young protagonist....
Bonjour Tristesse: Ropert Explores Rude Awakenings in Tender Coming-of-Age Portrait
“What am I doing in this world?” wrote Paul Verlaine in his classic poem “The...
Do You Know Where You’re Going To?: Chou Explores Identity & Adoption Through Complex Character Portrait
Davy Chou returns with an intimate, unpredictable portrait of...
Done Dirt Cheap: Charaf Chafes at Exploited Migrants in Scanty Drama
For his sophomore film, Dirty Difficult Dangerous, Lebanese/French director Wissam Charaf presents an indictment...
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.