Always our go-to section for truly unique singular voices working in micro cinema, Kahlil Joseph (a major music video filmmaker who needs no introduction)...
A total of seventeen awards were handed out at this year’s American Film Festival’s U.S. in Progress industry showcase, an event focused on connecting...
Los Angeles based filmmaker Julian Higgins (a past Student Academy Award winner) began tinkering around with the long form of his current project with...
Fixer Downer: Cedar Unleashes Fascinating Portrait of Aggravating Underdog
There’s an unshakeable sadness to Israeli director Joseph Cedar’s English language debut Norman: The Moderate Rise...
Receiving wall-to-wall support from the Sundance Institute participating in a fivesome of labs all in 2014 (the January Screenwriters Lab, Directors Lab, Music 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.