Something to Talkie About: Chazelle Swings Hard with Homage to Hollywood’s Unruly Infancy
If there’s a film deserving of the Leone-esque moniker Once Upon a...
Patching together portraits of his beloved Portland streets, bits of Shakespeare's Henry IV via Welles' tumultuous Chimes at Midnight, and vignettes of a narcoleptic vagabond hustler whose motherless anxieties...
Groovin’ High: Hawkes Nuanced Performance Elevates Albany Memoir
Despite taking home the best cinematography prize for Christopher Blauvet (who also provided superb camerawork on Kelly...
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.