Code of Silence: KEFF Revisits Time of Turmoil
For his directorial debut, KEFF revisits the pinnacle of turmoil during the 2019 Hong Kong protests as...
Lucky Number Seven: The Grabbing Hands Grab All They Can in Lee Hong-Chi’s Debut
Working as both a crime film (non-gangster former life) and drama-soaked...
Thanks to the interwebs, we learn that master filmmaker Hou Hsiao-Hsien is finally set to begin pre-production on the long gestating Shulan River. Unsurprisingly...
Under the guise of a topical film detailing a #Metoo experience, Myanmar-born Taiwanese director Midi Z investigates the broader point of view of an...
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.