Every Mann for Themselves: Pawlikowski Remains Chilly with Cold War Permafrost
Two iconoclastic German writers are locked in a spiritual duel for relevance at the...
Wild at Heart: Serebrennikov Oversimplifies Odyssey of Soviet Dissident
If one were to dilute a Molotov cocktail enough to make its destructive capabilities null and...
Cruel Intentions: Costanzo Pays Homage to the Demi-Monde of the Italian Film Industry
After adapting Elena Ferrante’s "My Brilliant Friend" for television, Saverio Costanzo returns...
Finalemente L’alba
After directing a whopping 70 episodes of "In Treatment" and just over a dozen episodes of "My Brilliant Friend," 2014's Hungry Hearts (five-time...
This Boy’s Life: Crialese Cuts Corners in Well-Meant Trans Coming-of-Age Drama
Director Emanuele Crialese explores the slow disintegration of a dysfunctional family in 1970s Rome...
Spain & Glory: Allen Apes His Darlings in Familiar Comedy of Marital Discord
The first entry of Woody Allen’s European banishment in the twilight years...
L'immensità
Working at a pace that hovers around one feature per five years, Emanuele Crialese took a longer than usual "sabbatical" after Terraferma premiered at...
Father of My Children: Elkann Siphons Lovingly from Familial Dysfunction for Debut
The holidays will always be rife for cinematic exploration of familial discord 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.