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Nearly a decade ago, directors Aharon Keshales and Navot Papushado promised to usher in...
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Hovering just under one billion dollars in worldwide gross, the final installment of Peter Jackson’s prequel trilogy, The Hobbit: The Battle of Five Armies...
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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.