Twilight Time’s release of Warlock will bring some much-deserved attention to Edward Dmytryk’s morally knotty western.
Throughout, the too-brief depictions of Luciano Pavarotti’s flaws are conspicuously shrouded in a veil of hagiography.
The magnificent transfer further deepens the emotional resonance of Leni’s strange, transfixing, and compassionate film.
The dearth of substantial extras leaves the film, perhaps appropriately, to mostly speak for itself.
The film is content to peddle the naïve notion that love is the panacea for all that ails you.
There’s no doubt that this will remain, for many years to come, the definitive home-video release of the film.
Anne Hathaway and Rebel Wilson admirably take a lot of big swings, but they rarely pay off.
Twilight Time’s sharp transfer wonderfully preserves Litvak’s long-ago groundbreaking melodrama.
The film preaches of the love of creative freedom, yet finds no original form of expression of its own.
What better goal could there be for an UglyDoll than to find meaning as a product in the hands of a consumer?
In both films, Asquith shows a keen understanding of both the rules and roles of various genres.
Kit Parker Films’s set is as no frills as the nine films contained within it.
With The Curse of La Llorona, the Conjuring universe has damned itself to an eternal cycle of rinse and repeat.
Its most amusing moments are in the interplay between the central characters as they adjust to an abruptly shifting reality.
In the end, the film is all too ready to transform into just another shiny pop object indistinguishable from so many others before it.
Robin Bissel’s film may be based on a true story, but it more accurately resembles an all-too-familiar Hollywood tall tale.
The disc’s 4K restoration offers Zemeckis’s debut, a madcap celebration of the pop-cultural phenomena, a chance at a second life.
Criterion’s new release of Ingmar Bergman’s The Magic Flute is a vast improvement over the studio’s 2000 DVD.
The film’s threads of personal loss and cultural friction are all but lost amid the tawdry romantic entanglements.
The film’s tendency to break the “show, don’t tell” directive becomes especially irksome in its homestretch.