Deep End is as soaked in pheromones and nervous electricity as its main character.
The “Millennium” completist doesn’t need to be told to pick this up.
Thanks to Olive’s superb production of Godard’s epic/history/essay, their DVD release is truly a myth come to life.
A little more than table scraps, including the usual deleted scenes and making-of featurette.
A fine job is a fine job, and Criterion deserves high marks once again.
Kino’s Blu-ray has room for improvement, but for the visual presentation alone, it’s an essential release.
This is a DVD package that seems not to want to be noticed, by a show that was made more or less in the same spirit.
The film makes a persuasive case that Englishness can be defined by the love one has for the land and the country, rather than one’s birthplace.
The krill subplot is even thinner than the penguins’, to the point where it scarcely has any reason to exist.
Adam Sandler uses an entire film to let his loyal fans know that he thinks they’re all a bunch of stupid assholes.
The fragile human body, aging or ailing, has been a favorite theme of director Clint Eastwood at least as far back as 1973’s Breezy.
A terrific, finely-tuned presentation of a landmark American movie, complete with flaming nipples, minus cackling audience members.
If you’re not on Swanberg’s side, you’ll find yourself struggling with all of this.
For all the fuss, it dissolves almost immediately upon contact.
A moment’s patience is soon rewarded by Paul W.S. Anderson’s vast store of rich, intoxicating imagery.
On the basis of About Schmidt, you’d think Alexander Payne had a problem dealing with grief.
The Artist is scarcely a patch on what Guy Maddin can do on a bad day.
Go after Pina and you’re going to have to go through a mob of modern-dance zealots first.