Bonjour Tristesse: The Dardenne Bros. Explore Teenage Pregnancy
In their latest neo-realist exercise on plights of the disenfranchised, the Dardenne Bros. return to gentler themes...
Suffer the Children: The Dardenne Bros. Trend of Neorealism Continues in Dismal Portrait of Migrant Children
The Dardenne Bros. have built a significant filmography showcasing...
Cross to Bear: Mitevska’s Playful Yet Potent Critique of the Heteropatriarchy
Disarming thanks to its charming tone, which could mistakenly be defined as slight, Macedonian...
Stabbing Backwards: Dardennes “Beet” Misguided Youth into Submission
Up until now, even the most disenfranchised personage in Dardennian cinema had at least a glimmer of...
Palme d’Or winners for 1999's Rosetta (review) and L’Enfant (2005), Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne have attempted to three-peat this past decade with 2011's The Kid...
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.