The Big Z: Hobson’s Maudlin Debut Splices Tone Unevenly
Pulled mysteriously from the Toronto Film Festival lineup last fall after it was picked up for...
Just how much sway do TIFF programmers have? Looking at today's Gala and Special Presentation add-ons, measurably, when it comes to films with star-wattage 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.