Articles tagged "sofia coppola"![]() Film FeatureA Tough Road for Hollywood’s Female Film Directorsby Mary F. Pols [Contra Costa Times (MCT)][30.Aug.07] :. Like most big-time movie directors, Kasi Lemmons had a studio driver to take her to and from the set of her new film, Talk to Me. "He said he'd driven 130 directors," Lemmons recalled. "And I was the first woman director he'd driven." ![]() Column: The Box Office BelletristThe Lisbon Bunchby Jennifer Makowsky[14.Jun.07] :. Purposefully ending one's life is often seen as a last act of personal desperation. But in Jefferey Eugenides' poignant, bewitching novel, it may actually be a form of salvation. ![]() Film DVD ReviewMarie Antoinette (2006)by Jake Meaney[19.Apr.07] :. Marie Antoinette's veneer is so impregnably varnished, so buffed to such an imposing sheen, that any attempt at critical ingress either bounces off of or slides down its glossy façade. Featured Article![]() Film ReviewMarie Antoinette (2006)by Cynthia Fuchs[20.Oct.06] :. A girl made queen by the peculiar forces of 18th-century statecraft, Marie is by turns amused, alarmed, and pissed off, mercurial and imperious as only a teenager can be. ![]() Film DVD ReviewLost in Translation (2003)by Sharon Mizota and Oliver Wang[23.Feb.04] :. Lost in Translation one-ups its peers with better music, prettier shots, and a more charismatic lead, but its racism is all the more insidious for being wrapped in a pleasing package. ![]() Film ReviewLost in Translation (2003)by Cynthia Fuchs[11.Sep.03] :. . . . about seeing and not seeing at the same time, a series of incredibly precise, meticulous images of faces and hands and doorframes. The Virgin Suicides (1999)by Todd R. RamlowAnd yet, for its many pleasures, I find myself conflicted in thinking about The Virgin Suicides. The Virgin Suicides (1999)by Cynthia FuchsIt's hardly a new idea, to read into adolescent girls' suicide something poetic, passionate, and deeply meaningful. Neither is it a secret that countless girls have admired Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, Joni Mitchell and Tracy Chapman, seeing in their wounded and inviolate art reflections of themselves, their own pain and enchantment. |
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