The Dualists: Cronenberg Doubles Down on Class Cliches
“Sorrow is concealed in gilded places, and there’s no escaping it,” wrote Fyodor Dostoevsky in his...
NYC-based auteur Adam Leon brings high-profile talent and understated storytelling to Tribeca FF 2021 with Italian Studies, his third feature film. The indelible Vanessa...
Pieces of a Woman: Leon’s Latest Gets Lost in Own Identity Crisis
Somewhere along the various perambulations of its conflicted protagonist, Adam Leon’s Italian Studies...
Such Great Heights: Covino & Marvin Mine the Nexus of Toxic Friendships
Friendships between heterosexual men are already an anomaly in cinema, and representations are...
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.