The Dualists: Cronenberg Doubles Down on Class Cliches
“Sorrow is concealed in gilded places, and there’s no escaping it,” wrote Fyodor Dostoevsky in his...
Infinity Pool
As we learned late last year, cinephiles can now expect Cronenberg riches from not one, but three sources. Sprinkling his filmography with a...
An Air Affair: Herbig Revisits GDR Getaway in Strait-laced Thriller
German director Michael Herbig, best known for his comedic films in his native country, makes...
The Wrath of Bland: Whedon’s Poo Poo Platter Continues
Mainstream event cinema continues to shackle box office glory and narrative familiarity to a creative deathbed...
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.