No Reservations is a cinematic culinary treat for those without a discerning palate.
Edge enhancement visibly hugs objects and actors from time to time, but color saturation is gorgeous and the sometimes gloppy blacks, given the film’s origin as a comic book, always make sense.
The image is a bit of a downer, but the film is still thrilling, and the extras will keep you busy for days.
Hot Fuzz is now in the running for the title of Mainstream DVD of the Year.
A solid DVD package for this disposable but nonetheless game attempt at giving Generation Y a Rear Window to call its own.
With The Sugar Curtain, documentarian Camila Guzmán Urzúa cinematically strives to reconcile herself with her memories.
Woe are the fools who define themselves by physical appearance.
The series’s once buoyant disposition has been obliterated by dread, powerlessness, and crushing responsibility.
A borderline shameful image transfer makes this first DVD edition of Zodiac something of a waste of time and money.
If we’re lucky, Premonition may not exist come tomorrow morning.
Totally twee, but Archer seems to understand his talent as he does his main character: a work-in-progress.
Stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupid.
If Michael Bay loves the military so much, why doesn’t he just marry it?
It imagines the Bard’s tale of power, greed, and madness as an ultra-violent gangster opus populated by pretty faces who’d be right at home on the CW.
With Delirious, Tom DiCillo puts our national obsession with fame under the magnifying glass.
The only amusing thing about License to Wed is the idea that it’s supposed to be funny in the first place.
Talk to Me more or less admits that its aim is to deliver not a warts-and-all life story but a lionizing memorial.
For all its reliable, over-the-top action, the Die Hard franchise’s success has always been predicated on its jokey self-deprecation.
As always, Pixar’s technological invention remains peerless, both for its stunning detail as well as its inventive flair.
Throughout, you may wonder if Julie Delpy isn’t unconsciously working through some residual, latent anger at Ethan Hawke.