Bounds of Boundaries: Lanthimos Entertains Himself with Bizarre Triptych
It’s safe to say Yorgos Lanthimos has undoubtedly entered the oblivious, self-indulgent era of his career...
The Lost City of Twee: Anderson Continues Quest of Counterfeit Sentiments
Somewhere along the way, over the past twenty years, Wes Anderson’s style completely...
Technically speaking the great American filmmaker Wes Anderson has now appeared in the Cannes competition with three titles - opening the '12 edition with...
Charlie and the Tragedy Factory: Aronofsky Returns with Potent Chamber-piece on Despair and Redemption
Obesity is far from the only morbid element marinating the bleak...
Aftersun is the tops of the noms garnering Breakthrough Performer, Breakthrough Director, Outstanding Lead Performance and Best Feature. The noms are out and we...
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.