The Worst Cut is the Deepest: Metz Revels in Tasty Romantic Thriller
Emerging somewhere between the thorny love pacts of Graham Greene and the surefire...
In an almost film per eighteen months pace, Richard Linklater might have not one, but two features released in 2019....and perhaps the filmmaker will...
Where’d You Go, Bernadette
About to enter his third decade in filmmaking and currently on a 3-for-3 streak with Everybody Wants Some!! (2016) and Last...
Looking Back Instead of Forward: A New Kind of Coming-of-Age Tale for Linklater
Rare is the filmmaker who can entertain with little more than old-fashioned...
Scrambled Transmission: Eubank’s Sophomore Effort Relies on Visual Strengths
William Eubank expands his brand of cerebral sci-fi with sophomore effort, The Signal, following up from...
The Sundance Film Festival made their final feature film line-ups with the Premieres category announcements. Sixteen films with huge name talent, returnee filmmakers and...
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.