Liquids become the motif d’abus of the film: water, blood, vomit, sweat, oil, urine, humidity, and paint.
Luchino Visconti’s overuse of superfluous zoom-lens trickery suggests that he was barely in control of his own worst impulses.
A dirty, flecked print begets a damningly good-looking transfer.
Dizzee Rascal’s intuitive production sensibilities make Boy in da Corner an indispensable touchtone.
The film teems with a palpable sense of terror and outrage.
Zero Mostel’s brutally moving performance shows you what a real “clown who cried” performance is made of.
It’s rather like watching zee Frenchman kick zee puppy poodle for an hour and a half.
As Ingrid Bergman’s music instructor might say to her in his early scene: “You look great but sound terrible.”
“It’s time to put on make-up. It’s time to dress up right.” Sing it to me, Dom baby, sing it!
Boy, that preview for Beefcake sure shows up on a lot of these Strand discs.
Jacques Nolot’s film is an almost nonchalant ethnography of the inner workings of a gay cruising haunt.
This collector’s edition appears to be basically a replay of the earlier Superbit release.
Chrisopher Lee’s performance pushes the film into the territory of horror classic.
Playing a bit like Hammer’s greatest hits, the film attempts to meld historical pageantry, occult shadings, and a liberal dose of third-act terror and gore.
Regardless of whether he was playing a sinner or a saint, the deep throat of Christopher Lee made the battle between good and evil never sexier.
Disney was and is a studio with an impenetrably inflated sense of quality control.
Did we mention that Carol Channing’s performance in Irwin Allen miniseries Through the Looking Glass is one of the greatest performances ever caught on film?
Hobbits, fish, horses, Asians, pirates and civil wars. This year, the Academy threatens to get all political and metaphorical on our asses.
It’s basically a rule that any album nominated for Album of the Year will most certainly win in its respective genre-specific category.
The film is rife with the the miraculously unforced moments of enchantment one has always come to expect from the Archers.