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Swan Song [Video Review]

Producer: Mahershala Ali, Rebecca Bourke, Jonathan King, Jacob Perlin, Adam Shulman, Mimi Valdés. Executive Producers: Shea Kammer. Director: Benjamin Cleary. Screenplay: Benjamin Cleary. Camera: Masanobu Takayanagi. Editor: Nathan Nugent. Music:...

Venom: Let There Be Carnage | Review

How to Lose Friends & Alien Ate People: Serkis Navigates Odd Bedfellows in Routine Sequel Though perhaps a novel choice for helming Marvel sequel...

No Time to Die | Review

A Time to Love & a Time to Spy: Fukunaga Lays Craig to Rest in Bond Bacchanalian It all comes full circle, or at least...

Moonlight | Blu-Ray Review

Following the most bizarre awards show snafu ever, (after presenters Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway flubbed the Best Picture honor when they announced the...

Collateral Beauty | Review

Terms of Amusement: Frankel’s Sentimental Platitudes Ensconce Profoundly Foolish Melodrama The folly of Will Smith is he’s a performer seemingly unable to differentiate between authentic...

Moonlight | Review

When the Rainbow is Enuf: Jenkins Returns with Exceptional, Moving Character Portrait It’s been eight years since indie filmmaker Barry Jenkins debuted his exceptional directorial...

Spectre | Review

The Legacy of Octopussy: Mendes Returns to 007 on Autopilot A good act is hard to follow, and Spectre, the latest installment in the enduring...

Southpaw | Review

My Left Fist: Fuqua’s Sports Drama a Familiar, Emotionally Charged Comeback After another recent dalliance in action genre schlock, director Antoine Fuqua returns with the...

Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom | Review

Half Nelson: Chadwick’s Biopic Stretched Thin An attempt to cover fifty years in the life of South African President Nelson Mandela in the time span...

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La petite dernière (The Little Sister) | Review

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Interview: Marjane Satrapi & Vincent Paronnaud – Persepolis

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.