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In yet another foray into the teeming possibilities of Naples, Mario...
As per usual, IFFR likes to drop a sampling of confirmed titles just before the official line-up unveiling (namely the Tiger Competition on December...
The likes of first-time comp contenders Kelly Reichardt, Ali Abbasi and Lucas Dhont are joining former Palme d'Or winners Ruben Östlund, Kore-eda Hirokazu, the...
Have you ever wondered what are the films that inspire the next generation of visionary filmmakers? As part of our monthly IONCINEPHILE profile this...
Have you ever wondered what are the films that inspire the next generation of visionary filmmakers? As part of our monthly IONCINEPHILE profile (read...
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.