Criterion’s Blu-ray presents the film’s pageantry in the best possible light.
The entire film looks as though it was cautiously filmed from a great distance.
Tati’s glorious film folly inches that much closer to the 70mm ideal in Criterion’s new Blu-ray.
With Playtime, Jacques Tati made one of the most fully inhabitable films ever.
He Was King ultimately accentuates Felix’s possibly deliberate but just as possibly chronic vacuousness as a songwriter and producer.
Sigourney Weaver (as the thinking leg-man’s ideal woman) makes a pretty good case for the benefits of the elite class.
We’re past the tipping point where the faithfulness to the source material has unquestionably revealed its shortcomings.
Upon first blush, there isn’t much to chew on in BLACKsummers’night. Upon second pass, the absences become haunting.
Cazwell’s Eminem-derivative singsong delivery still radiates resolutely masculine pheromones and solid genderqueer credentials.
Teena Marie’s unforced confidence exists outside of the success-failure continuum.
Agnès Varda’s film is as insistently wry as it is haunting.
The music of Michael Jackson still serves as a crucible for our various compromises and self-imposed psychological barriers.
The Ecstatic is a refreshing bounce back from the precipice of the Land of Sellout.
It’s an apparatus by which audiences can see how easily political and social narratives can be manipulated.
The program consists of a collection of short films created by youth from every far-flung corner of the world.
The film is the art house’s all-time “blind men describe an elephant” artifact, entirely by design.
Just lay back. This is going to happen.
The documentary Back Home Tomorrow blazes out of the gates with a form/content double-shot.
Do the Right Thing is an undiluted representation of its creator’s artistic command.
Still no sign of the holy grail pie-fight sequence, but the Blu-ray edition of Dr. Strangelove still preserves the film’s purity of essence.