Among the sixteen narrative feature films announced today all vying for Grand Jury Prize Award we have highly anticipated items from Janicza Bravo (Zola),...
I Can Feel the Beale: Jenkins Does Justice to Classic Baldwin Novel
Following his history making Best Picture winner Moonlight, stakes are set high for...
If Beale Street Could Talk
Film historians will likely do a poor job in describing the resounding support, everyone onboard and all-aboard of the Moonlight...
Sexual Healing: Spike Lee’s New Joint Aims to Anoint
Provocateur Spike Lee continues to fling his ambition into surprising experimental formats and narratives. Following the...
Maris Curran's directorial debut might be a longshot for Sundance....at least for the 2015 edition. The drama which has its character set wrestle with...
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.