Music video director and a Sundance Institute’s Screenwriter’s Intensive participant, we thought Zia Anger's avant-garde feature debut (or is it a sophomore film?) might...
Wrecked Ralph: Trengove Gazes into the Weaponization of Masculinity in Unsettling Character Study
Playwright and activist Eve Ensler commented on a 2017 panel regarding how...
Among the sixteen narrative feature films announced today all vying for Grand Jury Prize Award we have highly anticipated items from Janicza Bravo (Zola),...
Through a Glass Starkly: Schrader Delivers a Master Study on Despair and Extremism
Priests, and their psychic struggle with obligation to the cloth, have always...
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.