Death Be Not Loud: Deruas Kills a Teen Dream in Languid Period Piece
With her sophomore directorial feature Stereo Girls, Caroline Deruas Peano continues down...
Father Knows Best: Garrel’s Family Affair Flounders in Banality
Although co-credited to the late, great Jean-Claude Carrière and starring a whole gaggle of the Garrel...
Love Means Never Having to Say: Garrel Continues Exploration of Love and Lust
“Love ain’t nothin’ but sex misspelled,” Harlon Ellison astutely wrote, for too...
It Must Be Heaven
Palestinian director Elia Suleiman breaks a ten year hiatus from narrative features with his latest project, It Must Be Heaven, his...
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.