Payne’s lovely, resonant fifth film does the hula on a lonely island of imminent death and wasted life.
The title is intensely enigmatic, but it oddly leaves little to the imagination as to the filmmakers’ stylistic goals.
Nothing is pointedly outlandish in The Ambassador, a fact that represents its triumphs and burdens.
The film provides a birdsong of perseverance in the face of irrational violence, immense historic anger, and grim, seemingly insurmountable realities.
The film utilizes revolutionary technology and animation for an ostensible nostalgia trip, which has little bearing on this exemplary transfer.
Bob’s Burgers possesses an unmistakable love for underdogs and odd ducks, but its themes still trend toward the familiar.
It should come as no surprise that Game Change essentially unfolds as a backstage drama lightly peppered with some forgettable inside baseball.
Eastwood’s underappreciated masterpiece makes a stunning debut on Blu-ray with a lack of extras that arguably purposefully bucks any sense of context.
Highland High’s chief underachievers make an easy transition back into the limelight and onto a sharp-looking DVD.
Lionsgate has done a admirable job highlighting what’s most impressive in the film: its technical aspects and design.
The visual joys of the films of Disney’s salad days will always outweigh the thinness of their narratives.
Passions run dangerously hot to the point of near-dementia in Notorious, arriving in a strong package from MGM’s vaults.
Lee’s deeply felt landmark biopic of Malcolm X gets a handsome transfer from Warner Home Video.
An oddly conventional work for a terminally inventive director receives a satisfactory transfer and a bounty of strong extras.
It seems impossible to watch Unsupervised and not think of Beavis and Butt-head.
The film is a disappointment, but it happens to be one of the more invigorating disappointments of the past year.
Sony handles the second season of FX’s exemplary neo-western series beautifully in terms of technical transfer.
Like Fox’s Blu-ray transfer of Archer’s first season, the visual treatment here is generally jaw-dropping.
Archer is, err, a spytastic series. Damnit, I had something for this.
Capra’s unlikely, uplifting paean to the pitfalls and pleasures of a simple, small-town existence remains a vital work.