Deep Sea, Baby: Kotzamani Goes Down Where It’s Wetter
Greek filmmaker Konstantina Kotzamani heads to Japan for her directorial debut, Titanic Ocean, its fanciful title...
The Sway of the Sword: Reality Bytes in Poggi/Vinel's Bleak Online/Offline Portrait
Caroline Poggi and Jonathan Vinel's sophomore feature outing pulses with the heartbeat of...
All Gas No Brakes: Quivoron’s Debut Fails to Hit Pay Dirt
Further exploring the dirt-bike sub-culture she first examined in her short Dreaming of Baltimore...
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...
Garçon chiffon
Actor Nicolas Maury makes his directorial debut with Garçon chiffon (in which he also stars and co-wrote), assembling a notable cast consisting of...
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.