Like most crime documentaries concerning grievous judicial mishaps, The Central Park Five is obsessed with facts.
Olive Films’s set compiles three of the director’s seldom seen late works.
Much of the film’s charm resides in how gradually and effortlessly we discover this protagonist’s crippling myopia.
Persistence of Vision is just as rhythmically inclined as the lost masterpiece it dotes upon.
Swanson’s socioeconomic privilege is not unlike that of Lena Dunham’s wayward youths.
Now that the film is on Blu-ray, we can finally drink along with the characters in the safety of our own homes.
This Must Be the Place believes in maturity, but only as a freely continual process of acceptance.
The film touts Bronisław Huberman as Jewish culture’s mid-20th-century savior without defining what constitutes Jewish culture in the first place.
In Sunday Bloody Sunday, bisexual romance is a wild goose chase with occasional boners.
For those who wouldn’t mind living in Bob Clampett’s Wackyland for a few days, this second Blu-ray volume of Looney Tunes shorts is paradise.
The addition of a few Frankenstein sequels and James Whale’s Edgar Allan Poe films would have made horror fans all over Region-1 ecstatic.
Olive’s high-def release of Pollack’s slickly oppression-conscious debut is an unfortunately slender package.
Sunken Condos is an album built on monotony that still has a sense of narrative.
Satchmo at the Waldorf becomes the story of Louis Armstrong’s life as he probably would have liked it to be told interpersonally
Quite ironically, The Flat is too repressed itself to investigate the topic of repressed histories in earnest.
Ross McElwee is less anxious of death itself than of finally comprehending the vast faultiness of the life he’s lived.
Despite all this macabre torment, It’s Such a Beautiful Day involves a lot of sweet, plucky humor.
Andrea Arnold is reluctant to turn Heathcliff into the dashingly sadistic scheme-meister he becomes in the novel.
While Michel Ocelot’s plots aren’t afraid to get gnarly and wicked, Tales of the Night’s design is never less than rigid.
There’s a pall of maturity over The Sound of the Life of the Mind that both unifies and wrecks it.