Mills’s films might be called fragmentary if not for their unifying spirit of psychological inquiry.
Gainsborough Pictures took the melodrama to heights yet untouched with a series of audacious, preposterous tales of treachery and deceit
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.
Enhanced picture, enhanced sound, enhanced film: The Avengers feels like it’s truly in its element on the small screen.
Olive’s high-def release of Pollack’s slickly oppression-conscious debut is an unfortunately slender package.
It marks the true beginning of Hitchcock’s impressive run of subversively obsessive American horror films.
Cinderella makes full use of what distinguishes Blu-ray from DVD.
On November 20, 1975, the Who began its U.S. tour at the Summit in Houston.
No one is up to Frank Langella’s pouting Skeletor in Masters of the Universe.
The original version of Little Shop of Horrors is finally allowed to run rampant over expectations and popular discretion, as intended.
Rosie Grier let kids know that it’s all right to cry. E.T. gave kids, adults, and aliens no choice in the matter.
If you’re a seasoned fan, or even looking to dig into the series for the first time, Bond 50 is an essential package.
Even the inimitable Tony Todd doesn’t escape unscathed in this dubious reimagining of George A. Romero’s original horror masterpiece.
Warner’s Blu-ray release of Tim Burton’s latest underpraised ode to resurrection and individuality looks and sounds spectacular.
Category fraud didn’t begin with the Oscars. It began when the Razzies awarded Aileen Quinn worst supporting actress of 1982.
Lionsgate decks the film out with an excellent A/V transfer and an admirable bundle of extras.
The redheaded stepchild of the Halloween franchise finally gets its day in the sun.
A more-than-competent transfer of one of American cinema’s unsung gems, but Ed Wood deserves Criterion-level respect.
Lola Versus is for anyone who still finds the self-involved romantic-comedic travails of a floundering yet privileged aspiring writer amusing.
Criterion continues to polish their gold standard with their release of David Fincher’s most underrated and unseen masterpiece.
As it should happen with The Devil, Probably, Bresson’s penultimate masterpiece is also his dizziest curveball.