The Most Capitalist Game: Zobel Skewers Class Consciousness with Ribald Satire
Social satire is perhaps the only conducive way to narratively navigate the ills...
Paradise Hills
Producer and editor Alice Waddington makes her directorial debut with the fantasy/sci-fi film Paradise Hills, a US-Spanish co-production which she wrote alongside Brian...
Three Months to Kill: McNamara’s Derivative Hodge-Podge
You’ll neither laugh nor cry, but hover somewhere in an emotionally dysthymic plateau watching Tony McNamara’s sophomore debut,...
True Story: Kelly’s Objective Exploration of Sensational Subject
For his directorial debut I Am Michael, Justin Kelly takes a provocative, controversial subject and crafts it...
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.