Sheep, Sheep, Sheep: Tsangari’s Monotonous Treatise on Modernization
Adapted from a novel by Jim Croce, Harvest is Greek auteur Athina Rachel Tsangari's third feature narrative,...
No Country for Black Men: Ross Reforms the Cinema with Distinctive Adaptation
In many ways, Nickel Boys, the narrative debut from director RaMell Ross,...
The backdrop of Oban, Scotland and Germany will be the lieu of location for Greek filmmaker Athina Rachel Tsangari's next feature film. Production is...
That’ll Do, Pig: Animal Farm IRL
Viktor Kossakovsky brings us an astonishing triptych of pigs, cows and chickens in Gunda, his poignant evocation of life...
Mortal Transfer: Martel Returns with Lush, Dark Comedy on Colonial Maneuvering
Unfairly disposed to doomed distribution prospects and perhaps unfortunate dismissal during its initial reception...
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.