Reviews

This gorgeous Criterion transfer makes a convincing case for the underrated 3:10 to Yuma, which is really a character study masquerading as a genre film.

Would The Burning have been a better movie without the involvement of Bob and Harvey Weinstein? Wouldn't any movie?

Four genre-defining gangster touchstones, each featuring an iconic performance, get a solid image and sound touch-up as well as oodles of extras. Maybe not quite top of the world, but pretty damn fine all the same.

Jean-Luc Godard's most deliberately frivolous film remains a light-touch slice of New Wave romanticism.

Copacabana is simultaneously smarmy, sardonic, and sweet, a combination that's occasionally scatterbrained but sufficiently entertaining.

Neveldine/Taylor's great, widely under-appreciated Gamer returns to Blu-ray with an aptly superfluous third dimension.

Disappointing supplements notwithstanding, Lionsgate's BD release of the under-seen The Last Stand does well by a film that's proud to be small.

Beyond its wadding of auteurist interest, Crimewave is a singularly entertaining watch, a platform for its makers' most wildly unchecked, brazenly silly, excesses.

A brilliant and lamentably neglected gem of early-'70s underground filmmaking, The Telephone Book gets the deluxe Blu-ray treatment from Vinegar Syndrome.

Warner Home Vidoe does good by Cloud Atlas's technical skill, but tellingly offers only brisk and flimsy featurettes to add any weight to the latest stylish mass of hoosafudge from Tom Tykwer and the Wachowskis.

A hard-ass noir softened not so much by the sight of gams-centric cheesecake as its quasi-mystical poaching and repurposing on The Naked City's turf.

No, there aren't any extras to speak of, and it doesn't matter. Shane Carruth's mesmerizing fantasy is still a must-own.