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With the doomsday clock adjusted to eighty-nine seconds to...
Kelly Reichardt scored her most triumphant success to date with sixth feature film, Certain Women, which premiered at the 2016 Sundance Film Festival and...
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Say Uncle: Ritchie Continues String of Studio Pastiche
In a continuation of our culture’s insistence on plumbing the depths of past artifacts from the annals...
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.