It still cuts the competition to the bone.
Synapse’s impressive, nearly pristine Blu-ray reopens Curtains for a fresh round of appreciation for its slapdash charms.
A cut above most Italian cannibal cinema, it provides viewers with sufficient pluck some thematic meat to sink their teeth into.
The film’s fanatics won’t need to sell their souls for this fantastic dual-format release, not even for “The Hell of It.”
The film is equal parts late-life encomium for a cinematic visionary and elegy for a failed film project.
Goodbye to Language sees Godard make the leap to 3D with jaw-dropping results.
The film is one of the Dardennes least morally nuanced films to date.
With his latest, Nuri Bilge Ceylan’s characteristic obsession with his country’s variegated topography takes him to Cappadocia.
Hazanavicius takes on the horrors of war in this remake of Fred Zinnemann’s 1948 film The Search
Enervated to the point of somnolence, Miller’s film squanders inherently intriguing material.
With the notable exception of Hilary Swank’s upright and uptight Mary Bee Cuddy, the film never lets its female characters speak for themselves.
This is one of Wiseman’s richest and most thought-provoking films, and easily one of his best.
Mr. Turner, as it titles suggests, is a portrait of the artist as everyman.
The Captive plays like the overeager idiot brother to Egoyan’s superior The Sweet Hereafter.
It’s a heady trip best taken for the sensory provocation of its eye-popping set designs and soundtrack.
The film is a searing sociological X-ray that lays bare the true cost of Italy’s early-’60s economic miracle.
Rarely has the open wound of widespread devastation been transposed to celluloid with greater visceral impact.
Tragedy has never looked more ravishing than in Roman Polanski’s elegiac epic.
It blazes a trail onto Blu-ray with a stellar-looking 1080p transfer and a cornucopia of special features from Shout! Factory.
Women in Chains: Alain Robbe-Grillet’s Trans-Europ-Express and Successive Slidings of Pleasure
Robbe-Grillet’s films are as intricate and enigmatic as you might expect from the man who scripted Last Year at Marienbad.