This week’s edition of Tuesday Blus includes the following titles:
Intermezzo (1939)
Film Review: ★★★/☆☆☆☆☆
Disc Review: ★★★/☆☆☆☆☆
It’s a tale as old as time, more vintage than...
A Time to Brood: Villeneuve Delivers Sleek, Stylized Mood Noir with Sci-Fi Sequel
Do androids dream of electric sheep? It’s a question never completely answered,...
When She Calls You Sweetheart: Keating Invokes Femme Fou with Derivative Art-house Thriller
Riding the thin line between copycatting and homage, indie director Mickey Keating...
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.