Do the Right Thing is an undiluted representation of its creator’s artistic command.
Its status as the film that confirmed both Stanley Kubrick’s reputation and the arrival of beat-sick irreverence can no longer be retracted.
The film operates as though it contains the undiluted essence of life’s fueling dialectic formula.
Bergman’s most popular and studied film may not be his greatest achievement, but this Blu-ray confirms its cinematic grandeur.
So which incarnation of the indefatigable Black Eyed Peas truly is more vexing?
It homes in on the quotidian small talk characteristic of people who define themselves by defining themselves.
Fargo is the Coens’ most ice-cold satire, but also features its warmest character.
There isn’t one legitimate funky snap in the album’s entire running time.
Behind the music, Saturday Night Fever is more or less a chip off of Rocky’s block.
In a just world, this movie would’ve been soundtracked with Donna Summer’s “Could It Be Magic” and Diana Ross’s “Love Hangover.”
Ferris’s upbringing allows him the luxury of flitting all he wants like he actually earns his joie de vivre.
Paramount’s production team clearly took the day off when it came time to bring Ferris Bueller to Blu-ray.
As Blu-ray still remains largely the province of gamers and fanboys, I don’t really see the point of even releasing Grease on the format at all.
A Grin Without a Cat is a surprisingly forthright examination of how the left dropped the ball.
The film is a center without a hold.
Merrill “Peaches” Nisker may now be 40, but her vagina and basslines still snap back like rubber.
The film uses sex comedy to espouse the retrograde notion that the only fulfilling sexual position is one-man-one-woman missionary.
The Booby Hatch makes me glad I didn’t take John Russo’s Making Movies too much too heart.
If A Jihad for Love demonstrates the mountainous struggle Muslim homosexuals face daily, the bonus footage on the DVD reiterates that they’re far from alone in having much work still to do.
Even in the wake of Shortbus’s auto-fellatio and musical rimjobs, it still retains the capacity to reduce audiences into paroxysms of humpy outrage.