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.
Barker’s adaptation of his novella touched upon the pleasure of pain, but also the pain of sex.
It’s probably a stretch to surmise that, just as the first film’s subtext dealt with health fears, the sequel mines its dread from the horror of malpractice.
Overproduced and guaranteed to disappoint all but those who have never bought a Hellraiser DVD to date, the Lament Configuration Box Set will likely only tear your wallet apart.
Today, the film registers as the callous post-WWII flipside to Casablanca.
A white-knuckled introduction to the concept of action-movie existentialism, The Wages of Fear makes for a pummeling black-and-white Blu-ray.
The documentary instead serves as a fairly surface-oriented hagiography of a self-conscious rock-star photographer.
Hardly worth a double-dip, but No Country’s ambient horror will pin you to the floor and slice into your neck with a taut handcuff chain.
For pretend dance music, Junior Boys’s third album, Begone Dull Care, has a few moves up its inseam.
Call Prince what you will, but don’t call him oblivious.
The vitality of 400 Blows comes from the symbiosis between real and reel life.
This presentation suggests there’s a whole new world of black-and-white cinematography to be discovered in high-definition.
American Swing is another testament to domesticated hedonism.
The film’s short cuts rarely stray into the realm of parable.
Keep a copy of this DVD handy for when we’re all living on the edge of sanity in a pile of trash down by the river.
The words are flatter, the music is more generically attractive, and maybe we’re all getting a little too old for this club.
Free’s production team Dave Warrin, Tim Kvasnosky, and Miguel Migs are, unfortunately, addicted to butta.
Pinocchio redeemed Disney from the parlor trickery of Snow White and suggested animated features could indeed dance without strings.
One of the only Disney animated features with real gravitas, Pinocchio’s reputation grows longer with each passing generation.
Not since Larry David’s Sour Grapes has a film kicked off by so thoroughly painting its protagonists as deeply unlikable souls.