Ari Kirschenbaum’s groovy direction ensures that Fabled is good for one spin.
More for fans of Freddy vs. Jason than fans of the original Alien and Predator films.
To echo one character’s sentiment: This is a film with “no emotions, no feelings.”
Fat Albert begins promisingly, but looks can be deceiving.
Rex Reed called it “an action spectacle of weight, splendor and vast entertainment value.” Make of that what you will.
A work of MTV-styled historical projection, King Arthur allows Guinevere to kick considerable ass-pity the film can’t do the same.
A piss-poor follow-up to the Paul W.S. Anderson original, but the DVD’s cover art and slip sleeve are pretty nifty.
Joy to the world: Wicker Park imagines what life must be like inside a music video.
In this extreme year, nothing was quite as outlandish as Team America’s showstopping scene of hardcore marionette sex.
With no extras, this DVD edition of Intimate Strangers is strictly for fans of Patrice Leconte.
Flight of the Phoenix is remarkably loyal to the Robert Aldrich’s 1965 action yarn of the same name, if only in plot.
Wong Kar-wai means to depress Mr. Chow, but he bums out his audience in the process.
The film is a pleasantly episodic and surprisingly sinister account of a deranged lunatic trying to kill three orphans.
Million Dollar Baby is another act of faith from Clint Eastwood.
The closest kin to Gianni Amelio’s heartbreaking The Keys to the House may be Patrice Chéreau’s Son Frère.
Mark my words: Napoleon Dynamite will fly off the shelves, bound to become the most-rented DVD of the next few years. Sigh.
New Jersey isn’t as ugly as Todd Solondz would have us believe, but it’s also not as precious as Zach Braff tells us it is here.
Finally, I can say that Will Smith and I have something in common: We’re both allergic to bullshit.
If liking musical theater is not in your DNA, this theme park ride is likely to make you violently ill.
Even though Dodgeball tries entirely too hard to be funny, the hearty extras collected on this DVD edition are rather nifty.