The final standoff is short and sweet, a sharp reminder that western themes of honor and sacrifice can come in many ambiguous forms.
Searchers 2.0 alludes to John Ford’s film in name only.
House of Suh looks into the eyes of a young murderer and finds an evolving mystery yet to be solved.
Most war films depend on the physical movement of bodies, bullets, and explosions to expose the horrors of combat. Not these.
The film lovingly represents the sincere devotion famed paparazzo Ron Galella feels for his celebrity subjects.
Macho Like Me is a tender coming-of-age story and a necessary portrayal of all types of men on the verge of nervous breakdowns.
Every cinephile wants to experience something special, singular, and rare in their collective pursuit of all things cinema.
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.
Criterion’s Blu-ray is like viewing this masterpiece and all its glorious moving parts for the first time.
The film is a joyous and rambunctious series of mad-hatter schemes that occasionally transcends its childish roots.
The brooding main characters in James M. Hausler’s Kalamity take indulgent suffering to another level.
The film gets a perfectly calibrated Blu-ray release from the Criterion Collection.
This is a tragically absurd Mexican love story told through the resurfaced lens of Godard and the French New Wave.
This is a film reliant on the hard questions Western media outlets don’t always want to admit exist.
The film manages to instill a building sense of dread as its characters mentally and physically disintegrate before our eyes.
There’s nothing more tiresome than a clumsy, amateurish film attempting to engage weighty issues and failing miserably.
It ties up every bow, links the necessary characters and moods, and pushes past the bristling sweat and heat to find harmonic balance between all the different romantic scenarios.
King’s reputation as one of cinema’s great nonfiction filmmakers is cemented in stone with this release.
The film remains a stunning collective of method acting and 1970s social critique.
This disc carries no extras, making the filmmaker’s sensationalistic slant even more incomplete and suspect.