If nonfiction films are determined to look, feel, and move like fiction, what’s the point of nonfiction filmmaking?
On a rainy evening in Santa Barbara, Jane Austen Wrecked My Life opened the 40th Santa Barbara Film Festival. A line of umbrellas stretched along the Arlington Theatre, protecting an audience eager to ...
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