By New Yorker Video standards, an above-average image and audio presentation of Sembène’s masterpiece.
Wolfe delivers a solid DVD package for Evans’s film.
Deep Blue announces itself as the Lord of the Rings of nature documentaries.
Talking animals are a tricky thing to get right, especially in non-animated films.
If the show is remotely watchable it’s because the hands involved in its making always manage to sink to heretofore unknown lows.
Even the film’s DVD evokes a triumph of technical style over substance.
Pity Christian Bale for having had to lose so much weight for so little.
The extras compiled for this DVD edition of A Dirty Shame are true to the anarchic spirit of the film’s maker.
The aesthetic make-up of the film isn’t only uniquely its own but it’s also too cool for words.
Werner Herzog’s heart and soul belongs to the jungles of the world.
The show’s extreme shooting style makes it especially hard to stare at what is—no more no less—a totem to the pop singer’s narcissism.
This may be the best Behind the Music special you’ll never see on VH1.
Some believe that there’s simply no place for political commentary let alone a point of view in a film review.
Teachers take note: S21: The Khmer Rouge Killing Machine would make for a great double bill with Schindler’s List.
The image and sound quality is serviceable, but this is still one of the most noteworthy DVD premieres of the year.
The film feels as if it were intended by director Marilyn Agrelo as a point-by-point rebuttal of Jeff Blitz’s Spellbound.
Fritz Lang acknowledges that a show of human compassion prevents the growth of fascism.
Pure’s kitchen-sink realism is so spit and polished that it exudes a disconcertingly cheery affection for its characters’ lives.
Peter Raymont’s documentary extols the power of truth over fiction.
You mean, that’s the same place they shot the police station in Blade Runner? Well, guess I’m buying this DVD post haste.