Without its weirdo visual flourishes, The Guitar would be completely reprehensible.
Give us torture porn any day.
Few of the extras are new or exclusive to this DVD but it’s still an impressive slate.
Nic Balthazar’s aesthetic is ugly, aloof, maddeningly literal, and unimaginative.
Issues of class don’t matter to the filmmakers, who romanticize the possibility of Fandila’s dying while giving the bulls he dances with the shaft.
The film may not be Raiders of the Lost Ark, but it’s hardly Spielberg and Lucas raping your childhood hero.
Pure bliss, Malick’s incantatory New World suspends us in time-regardless of how long it runs.
All that’s missing from this Edenic scenario is Cyndi Lauper belting “High and Mighty.”
Jay Delaney’s film operates under the bizarre presumption that it’s some sort of corrective to your run-of-the-mill Bigfoot movie.
The needlessly convoluted and contrived premise is enough to give one a headache.
This Platinum Edition package falls just shy of definitive.
Changeling announces itself as an autopsy of an expansive body of lies that it never actually performs.
Released on DVD just in time for the presidential election, the film should enrage even more people than it already has.
The film is an ode to uncertainly and obliviousness that stylistically keeps moving well after its ideas have reached a dead end.
It’s tempting to stay with Bullet in the Head to the very end, just to see if someone really does get one in the noggin.
For such an ethnically conscious film, there are surprisingly only English subtitles.
What would a psychiatrist prescribe to Antonio Campos for framing the world like Gus Van Sant and wagging his finger at us like Michael Haneke?
Filth and Wisdom presents a sweet, grimy, convincing enough portrait of people struggling to make something of themselves.
A preferable alternative would be watching Debbie Does Dallas while having Hershey’s Syrup squirted into my mouth.
Or, rather, Allah Made Me Not Funny.