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August Wilson, arguably the most notable and influential Black playwright lionized for his...
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Day of the Mother: Stone’s Flighty Revenge Thriller Favors Laughs
There’s a certain degree of entertainment to be gleaned from director Charles Stone III’s latest...
Samuel Goldwyn Films weren't especially active during Sundance this year, but are smoking barrels today with the pick-up of Charles Stone III's Lila &...
Black in the Saddle: Mann’s Cyber Thriller Forgets Thrills
Though clearly uninterested in providing conventional thrills with his first theatrical release in six years, director...
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.