Unfolding like a psychological seesaw of balanced fear, delusion, and unexpected intimacy—Teddy Gatz has slipped so deeply into conspiracy thinking that it has isolated...
I participated in a virtual roundtable for the film this past weekend just before yesterday's Gothams nominations announcement where Bugonia (read our Venice review)...
When Will They Ever Learn?: Lanthimos Turns to Eco-Horror
Yorgos Lanthimos embarks on his first remake with Bugonia, a loose adaptation of the 2003 Korean...
The Story of O: Lanthimos Mesmerizes with Fiercely Compelling Frankenstein Tale
“Men have constructed female sexuality and in so doing have annihilated the chance for...
Executive Suite: Green Metes Modern Monsters in Narrative Debut
Documentarian Kitty Green (last on hand with her unique memory tapestry Casting JonBenet, 2017) moves into...
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.