Quo Vadis, Aida?
Bosnia’s Jasmila Žbanić should be on hand in 2020 with her fifth feature, Quo Vadis, Aida?, a co-production between Romania, Bosnia &...
Jessica Chastain and her furry co-stars are the only the real reason to experience Niki Caro’s high-profile adaptation of Diane Ackerman’s The Zookeeper’s Wife,...
My Antonina: Chastain Saves the Day in Glossy Holocaust Drama
As a byproduct of commodifying historical based cinema, we’ve become numb and desensitized to depictions...
Belgica
Directors: Felix van Groeningen // Writers: Arne Sierens, Felix van Groeningen
Belgian director Felix van Groeningen’s last film, The Broken Circle Breakdown, which played at...
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.