Terms of Estrangement: Jarmusch’s Amusing Triptych on Familial Labors
If each unhappy family is unhappy in their own way, there are still a wide variety...
Fear the Mocking Dead: Jarmusch’s Zombie Sketch is DOA
“The world is perfect. Appreciate the details,” says deliveryman RZA (in one of the film’s many...
Shifting sideways from the extensionalism lethargy found vampires in goth tweaked Only Lovers Left Alive to possibly reanimated corpses that haven't said their last word...
Six of the West: Coen Bros. Release Minor, Uneven Collection of Frontier Short Stories
In thinking about the anthology form in cinema, Joel and Ethan...
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.