Investigation of Citizens Above Suspicion: Moll Persists with Police Procedural
Dominik Moll reunites with his usual collaborating scribe Gilles Marchand in Dossier 137, their third...
Your Friends & Neighbors: Téchiné Tries for Ethical Sentiments
Now in his eighties, director André Téchiné continues his steady, perennial output with the humanist melodrama...
Hero Complex: Moll Refreshes Detective Procedural with Cat's Paw Narrative
With his early naughts (With a Friend Like Harry..., Lemming) and grisly disappearance thriller Only...
Green Eyes, They’re Crying: Maury Mines Sorrow in Tragicomic Debut
Actor Nicolas Maury crafts his own starring vehicle in My Best Part (Garçon chiffon) as...
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.