I sat on the Narrative Feature jury at SXSW last week. As you know, we gave the Grand Jury Prize to Itty Bitty Titty Committee, Jamie Babbit’s riot grrl riff on Lizzie Borden’s early ’80s feminist ...

Like a signal flare rising above the streets of Lower Manhattan, Frownland announces that underground cinema is alive and well and taking up residence—at least for the next week—at the IFC Center.

I’m posting this short review by Richard Brody that appeared in the New Yorker this week as the first of a trickle of postings, message board missives, MySpace bulletins, and FaceBook alerts that will ...

Ronnie Bronstein’s SXSW 2007 premiere, Frownland, won the Gotham Award last night for “Best Film Not Playing at a Theater Near You.” This amazing and striking debut feature is the reason why awards ...

Nerve-rackingly funny, director Ronald Bronstein’s microbudget indie features a protagonist for whom each attempt at communication turns into a rhapsody of strangulated verbiage. The first scene sets ...

Like a signal flare rising above the streets of the Fairfax District, Frownland announces that underground cinema is alive and well and taking up residence — at least for the weekend — courtesy of ...

At a screening of Frownland in Las Vegas, a fight nearly broke out. "There was someone who was violently upset by the movie," says its director, Ronald Bronstein. "He was agitated by it, in the way a ...

In one, a tousle-haired young woman thieves everything she can get her hands on -- purses, grapes, kittens, a car -- somehow bringing an enigmatic innocence and naive inquisitiveness to her ragamuffin ...

“Frownland” could easily be mistaken as a minor classic from the hazy, meandering aesthetic of the independent film movement in the 1960s and early ’70s. It’s impossible to watch this grotty, ...

Like a signal flare rising above the streets of Lower Manhattan, Frownland announces that underground cinema is alive and well and taking up residence—at least for the next week—at the IFC Center.