Aronofsky’s influential hellride of a film gets a sturdy 4K upgrade and a few new extras that extol its technical merits.
If Irréversible was Noé’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, Enter the Void is his Pink Floyd laser show.
Rodriguez loves grindhouse cinema, but you’d never know it from Machete, which seems more interested in mockery than homage.
A substantial Blu-ray package befitting the legendary status of Godard’s debut feature.
An underwhelming Blu-ray to remind viewers that the problems with Terry Gilliam’s recent films are not an entirely new development.
Fans of Stallone’s war-is-kickass-hell fable may get something from this extended cut. Everyone else can safely ignore it.
A worthy release that does justice to Bong's terrific thriller. Hitchcock would be proud.
The festival ended with its longest competition title, and it wasn’t even a complete film.
Tender Son is pretentious, Gothic-tinged, and more than a little clunky.
If Poetry’s emotions are diffuse, Our Life’s are downright incomprehensible.
Xavier Beauvois’s Of Gods and Men is, no more and no less, a handsomely mounted French prestige picture.
There isn’t a single moment in Biutiful where one can’t feel the director pulling the strings.
I Wish I Knew is a bit inscrutable, never quite locking down an easy theme or single organizational strategy.
Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps plays a bit like a knowing self-parody of Olive Stone’s typical bombast.
Robin Hood seems to have been designed with the express purpose of removing from the myth everything that makes it enjoyable.
This isn’t what I expected. A seven-hour layover?