Harper’s Bizarre: DuVall Reinvents the Queerness of Holiday Traditions
Across a wide variety of genres and narratives, going home for the holidays, and the intended...
A directorial debut charmed but not necessarily win over critical mass but nonetheless did not go unnoticed (helps when your directorial debut wins the...
She's among the fresh faced talents that will have spilled over into the mainstream/indiestream after an attention grabbing perf at Sundance '15 with Me and...
Title Track: Barker-Froyland’s Cloying Debut Plays Familiar Tune
“Sad song at night, hipster’s delight” should be the opening line in Kate Barker-Froyland’s mournful, musically inclined...
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.