Rosé is the Warmest Color: Herry Explores a Liver of No Return
In several ways, Jeanne Herry’s latest socially conscious drama Garance (unfortunately outfitted with...
A star-studded cast can’t quite save Arnaud Desplechin’s troubled dramedy Ismael’s Ghosts, which opened the 2017 Cannes Film Festival as an out-of-competition entry (a...
Call Me, Ismael: Desplechin Presents Jumbled Portrait of the Artist as a Dulled Man
Perhaps not since the quill of Charles Dickens, wherein iconic Ebenezer...
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.