In a speech given Jan. 19 at the Upstate Venture Association of New York annual celebration in Newburgh, Masterson described the relatively small production economy in Georgia when she arrived there to film “Fried Green Tomatoes” in 1991.

Teaming up with authors George Hart and Sonny Seals, filmmaker Brad McColl has set out to create a film to capture the essence of their book “Historic Rural Churches in Georgia.”

As the creative community has made clear from the start, we support competition within the set-top box market, but not at the expense of copyright policy or the livelihoods of millions of American creators.

Just in time for Women In Horror Recognition Month, Atlanta’s Days of the Dead convention opens this weekend with an impressive lineup of female artists, movie stars and filmmakers that reflects their ever-growing visibility in the genre.

“I, Tonya,” based on the story of disgraced U.S. figure skater Tonya Harding, will be shot at the Macon Coliseum ice rink for several days at the end of January into early February, said Macon Film Commission member Elliot Dunwody.

The movie will reportedly be going into production in early Spring 2017 in Atlanta, Georgia. At present, the film is in pre-production in the city of Conyers, Georgia, just 24 miles east of Atlanta.

“I pray but You are Silent. Or am I just praying to nothing?” This question, asked in a whisper, hovers throughout Silence as we, and our lead character, attempt to grapple with the answer.

Using precise mathematical calculations, the real women behind the Hidden Figures use a man in a rocket to shatter the glass ceiling in 1960s America. Hidden Figures is a magnificent movie in the vain of Stand and Deliver and it’s more than the sum of its parts; it’s an instant classic that teachers will use to inspire their student for years to come.

Raoul Peck brings to fruition, the goals James Baldwin had for the book he never finished, chronicling the journeys of Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King, Jr., Remember This House.

Driving anywhere in metro Atlanta, it’s hard to miss the mustard yellow signs with blocky black text affixed to electric poles and street signs. Random words and arrows point toward roads lined with trailers and sets that come down as quickly as they go up.