Much Ado About Fussing: Anderson Spills More Twee
The Wes Anderson devotee cult has been searching for a way to justify his cinematic sainthood following...
Technically speaking the great American filmmaker Wes Anderson has now appeared in the Cannes competition with three titles - opening the '12 edition with...
Repetition Commission: Anderson Flatlines with Twee Aesthetic
Since cinema requires a semblance of participation by the audience, a passive relationship of sorts, the latest curio...
Going Clear: Hess’ Uncomfortable Religious Comedy Defuses Subversive Potential
Religion and comedy don’t make for comfortable bedfellows, at least not for films attempting to play...
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.