Speak Truth to Power: Schulman & Joost Present a Jagged Little Pill
Directing duo Ariel Schulman and Henry Joost continue their genre-tinged explorations of continually...
A Dog’s Tale: Anderson Returns to Animation with Scruffy, Eclectic Fantasy
We’ve come to expect a certain technical formality from Wes Anderson, even across a...
Isle of Dogs
Embarking on his ninth feature film, second stop-animated project, and third straight collab with Production Designer Adam Stockhausen (2012's Moonrise Kingdom, 2014's...
American cinematic drivel is becoming more of a tried and true import infecting international theater chains, as evidenced by the latest attempt of Universal’s...
You’ll Like My Mummy: Cruise Tastes an Ancient Curse in Lackluster Reboot
Casting immediate aspersions over the likely success of a newly recalibrated franchise (coined...
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.