This Blu-ray sports an attentive transfer and elaborate extras that should more than please any fan of Evans’s B movie on steroids.
High Fidelity deserves better than an obligatory Blu-ray that offers little upgrade from the original DVD.
Supercapitalist is ultimately plodding and resolutely old-fashioned.
It’s ultimately a dry endeavor that feels closer in spirit to an Afterschool Special than a full-blooded movie.
Say what you will about Burning Man, but writer-director Jonathan Teplitsky can’t be accused of spoon-feeding his audience.
One of the more graceful and poignant films of the year receives an appropriately elegant Blu-ray presentation.
Falling Overnight is one of those films concerning twentysomethings that mistakes banality for truth.
The apocalypse gets the soul-searching erotic chamber play treatment in one of Abel Ferrara's best films.
There’s a lot of talent and promise on display in the film, but a dispiriting obligation to formula ultimately rears its ugly head.
We have one hell of a package to anticipate in the future if this must-own Blu-ray isn't the definitive presentation of the film.
American Reunion is admittedly a bit of a relief after the cynical and indifferently made American Pie 2.
Julia Ivanova’s documentary has a quiet, deceptive simplicity that recalls the films of the Maysles brothers.
Ross Finkel, Trevor Martin, and Jon Paley's documentary is a sly, interesting achievement.
A frontrunner for worst film of the year, God Bless America is a bitter, unfunny diatribe masquerading as satire.
This is a slight but moving and unusual addition to the canon of modern American films depicting the plights of young(-ish) adults adrift.
Fans should be pleased with the gorgeous transfer and generous smattering of extras.
As always, Louie C.K. has feelers for those emotional undercurrents that aren’t often remarked on in popular art
Only one line anywhere in this show manages to ring true, and for an unintended reason: “This is what we in therapy call a train wreck.”
Alas, The Last Ride isn’t a bracing anti-hagiography in the tradition of Cobb.
Kumaré has a premise that could’ve been the launching point for one of Sascha Baron Cohen and Larry Charles’s satirical outrages.