California Dreamin’: Tarantino Dons Nostalgic Pastiche of Doomed Decadence
The lurid fascination and mildewed devotion for the transitional glory days of late 1960s Hollywood, informed...
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.