Music video director and a Sundance Institute’s Screenwriter’s Intensive participant, we thought Zia Anger's avant-garde feature debut (or is it a sophomore film?) might...
A Tube with a View: Eisenberg Debuts Gentle Narrative on Misplaced Intentions
‘Familiarity breeds contempt,’ could have been the tagline for Jesse Eisenberg’s lovely, low-key...
The Mountain feels like a departure for Rick Alverson, whose brand of deliberately challenging and unconventional cinema is evolving beyond the scope of his...
For his fifth feature and English language debut, Austrian helmer Peter Brunner moves into gritty, street-fashioned shoot in NYC. Working with a pair of Safdie...
Living Through Oblivion: Safdie Bros. Lens Devastating Tale of Desperation and Depravity on the Streets of NYC
The story of how the directorial brothers Benny...
Following the premiere of their caustic new film, Heaven Knows What, at the 2014 Toronto International Film Festival (it premiered in Venice and had...
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.