For a film that is so whiny, director Ray Yeung’s lack of compassion is shocking.
Watch the fuck out Rachael Ray, here comes Iron Chef David Lynch!
It explores with unpretentious candor how a young girl’s sexual agency rebukes an older generation’s notions of right and wrong.
New Orleans keeps tugging at David Redmond’s conscience.
Will another film this year elicit such an elevated level of recoil?
It may not be the best…movie…ever, but it’s the best…Simpsons…movie…so far.
For Majid Majidi, everything must mean something, and his new film gives all sorts of connotations to ants, sticks, walnuts, and snow.
Edge enhancement visibly hugs objects and actors from time to time, but color saturation is gorgeous and the sometimes gloppy blacks, given the film’s origin as a comic book, always make sense.
The image is a bit of a downer, but the film is still thrilling, and the extras will keep you busy for days.
Hot Fuzz is now in the running for the title of Mainstream DVD of the Year.
A solid DVD package for this disposable but nonetheless game attempt at giving Generation Y a Rear Window to call its own.
With this fourth volume in the Film Noir Classics series, you must take the good with the bad.
The film puts on a surprisingly mawkish show of political correctness against distinctly retrograde forms of homophobia.
Talia Lugacy’s film is a heady and artful consideration of a rape victim’s torment.
The film scarcely inspires awe, but the image and sound transfer do.
A borderline shameful image transfer makes this first DVD edition of Zodiac something of a waste of time and money.
If we’re lucky, Premonition may not exist come tomorrow morning.
Totally twee, but Archer seems to understand his talent as he does his main character: a work-in-progress.
Stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupid.
The Devil Came on Horseback explains the rationale for the chaos in Darfur in terms we can all understand.