Parasite is a pervasive presence in the news cycle, and at just the right time.
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By the end, it’s as if a good doctor’s god complex has been taken up by the film itself.
Kon’s landmark feat of Japanese animation at last receives a home-video release worthy of its beauty.
Graham Swon undermines our expectations of horror-movie conceits, attempting to tap the primordial manna of oral storytelling.
After a while, all you see are the gears of various sublots turning separately until they mesh together and move in unison.
Criterion’s upgrade of one of the most important Italian films of the 1960s boasts a luminous restoration.
Kino’s Blu-ray comes furnished with an astute commentary that attests to the enduring appeal of the film’s deliciously morbid humor.
It never resolves its commingling of the fanciful and the mundane into a particularly compelling argument about the legacy of trauma.
The series empathetically attests to the agonies that queer people to this day often have no choice but to suffer in silence.
The film is certainly intently devoted to the hoariness of this odd-couple scenario.
The way the film shuttles through its 90 minutes, it’s as if it’s been stripped of its most crucial narrative parts.
Throughout, the film peddles notions of self-realization and self-actualization that feel nothing short of moth-eaten.
Kino Lorber’s release marks the long-overdue arrival of Todd Haynes’s ravishing melodrama on Blu-ray.
Varda spent the better part of her life ruminating on the nature of time, the interior and exterior lives of women, and the socially marginalized.
The film is at its most intense, and sexiest, when it’s also at its most unknowable.
The film is a haunting portrait of the island as a purgatorial realm between the poles of isolation and liberation.
No one is okay with the Academy Awards the way they are, and everyone seems sure that they know how to fix them.
After walking back almost all of its bad decisions ahead of this year’s Oscars, there’s no way AMPAS isn’t going to do the right thing here.
For appealing to voters’ nostalgia for drunken karaoke nights of yore, one film has the upper hand here.