Goodbye Horses: Rowland Riles Allegiances in Familiar Crime Thriller
It’s a tale as old as crime itself, the toppling of empires thanks to the shifting...
The Ned Don’t Die: Kurzel Returns to Form with Exploration of Infamous Outlaw
It’s been nearly 140 years since the execution of Ned Kelly, Australia’s...
Unveiled at the Toronto International Film Festival in the Platform section with additional premieres at Sundance and Rotterdam earlier this year, Michael Pearce's directorial...
Heavy on the gag....reflex, Jim Hosking's feature break out debut (a 2016 Sundance Park City at Midnight selection) was what could categorically be called...
Control: A Frenzied Look at the Early Days of the IRA
Yann Demange, whose resume consists of serviceable, albeit unexceptional, television fare, has achieved the...
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.