Leave No Trace
Only her third feature fiction film following Down to the Bone (2004) and Winter’s Bone (2010), it always feels like a true cinematic event...
With Locarno and Venice’s recently announced competition line-ups, the last stand as far as 2017 festival circuit competition now sits with the soon to...
Still Learning New Tricks: Hall Heals Via Empathy & Remembrance
Much less cinematically invigorating than Akira Kurosawa's noir of the same name and miles away from Tsai...
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.