Harper’s Bizarre: DuVall Reinvents the Queerness of Holiday Traditions
Across a wide variety of genres and narratives, going home for the holidays, and the intended...
If Andrew Fleming's next film shores up in Park City, it'll be an almost unrecognizable American independent film landscape from the Sundance of then...
Call Her by Her Name: Gerwig Shifts Shrewdly in Director’s Seat
Actress Greta Gerwig, alum of the American film movement known as Mumblecore and ingenious...
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.