As usual, lots of mesmerizingly-good cinema to see and report on at the ongoing Berlinale. I'm a die-hard Cannester (it sounds weird, I know) but somehow Berlin being held in February just seems to work out better timing-wise for a lot of the more vital and less-established filmmakers. The wild, young things are here in Berlin and the older, more reliable filmmakers wait until May to make an appearance. Some, like Terrence Malick

“Farewell to Hollywood,” a documentary film by Henry Corra and [...]

This April the Newport Beach Film Festival will feature a [...]

(this is the first article in the multiseries) Funny, how people with a knack already look the part of success at a young age. They have the shine, that thing that can't really be defined with words but that says about the person, "I can't be for sure where, but I, I'm going places." We, as the viewer of these images likely project something unto them, a forecasting of extraordinary achievements, the success that we're already

Alan Turing was a complex man, a mathematical genius who broke the seemingly unbreakable Enigma code through which the Nazis conducted their war on Europe with encrypted messages. Before that he was a highly gifted student at a public school, years marked by endless bullying and the awakening of homosexual tendencies. At a very young age, he becomes a Fellow at Cambridge University where he produces a number

(Every so often articles published on our affiliate blog Iranian Film Daily will be reprinted here based on relevance). Filmmaker Marion Poizeau has some kind of chutzpah. Two years ago she grabbed her board and traveled to the most dangerous place in Iran to surf and share her love of the sport with others. “A friend of mine told me about the waves in neighboring Pakistan. We figured there might be some ocean swells in Iran

Combine Stephen King with David Lynch with a touch of John Carpenter and you'll get an idea of what "It follows," slated for release this March, is like. Scary just as well as moving, "It follows" is a sorta horror flick that trains the spotlight on the intimate (and intimately strange) lows and peaks of adolescence and slathers in in angst and fright. In "It follows" nothing goes as planned, but that's just kinda like adolescence, though, isn't it?