Powell transforms the melodrama of his own scenario into an epic death knell for a forgotten island civilization.
On the album, Prince pushes the question of mortality straight into an apocalyptic realm.
Throughout, you can practically smell the year-old hotdish.
Mostly just a set up to a misogynistic reverse Black Widow joke. Mostly.
For cinephiles, the career of Preminger is their oyster. Bonjour Tristesse is the pearl.
Among favorite cinephile pet auteurs, no one’s reputation has had a rougher ride than that of Otto Preminger.
Finally, the legion of yowling Ben Stiller Show fans can swallow this DVD and shut their stinking traps.
The Dead or Alive trilogy has to represent the most prolonged man-sex gag in all of cinema.
Most impressive is its sympathetic portrayal of a shunned community in all its self-contained, lip-biting game-face pride.
Love Me Tonight still stands as a definitive musical.
Still recovering from Ellen Burstyn’s Sara Goldfarb?
Kino’s smashing transfer anchors Mamoulian’s dreamy and precociously sexual masterpiece.
The Boys Life series has always been a little about wish fulfillment.
Feels ever so faintly like the final project showcase put together by the students in a senior year queer filmmaking course.
Gaye makes political consciousness feel as intimate as a night in his boudoir.
Gertrud is so peculiar as to appear almost otherworldly.
The album simply feels so much like Janet’s moment of entrance that pop culture’s selective amnesia can be easily forgiven.
The relative straightforwardness of a Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter is a welcome throwback.
The film is quintessentially British in that it takes all the eroticism out of the vampire myth.
The artist’s sophomore effort upped the ante by plugging listeners into the diverse pop mixtape playing inside her mind.