Mills’s films might be called fragmentary if not for their unifying spirit of psychological inquiry.
Years before Shaun of the Dead, Re-Animator defined the zombie romantic comedy, or zom rom-com.
Man on a Swing is ripe for rediscovery by Twin Peaks and Lalo Schrifin fans alike.
You (probably) don’t know Paul Fejos, but Criterion will repair that oversight.
Style is substance, at least as far as HBO’s acclaimed period drama.
This new Arachnophobia disc functions foremost as a reminder that, hey, the film exists.
A tale of two Terences, The Deep Blue Sea gets the deluxe Blu-ray treatment from Music Box Films
One of the most honest and detailed documents of the mid-’60s mod subculture in existence.
As much as you might suffer watching Mailer’s films, you can always take comfort in the fact that he suffered more while making them.
This middling noir is bolstered by strong central performances and some canny subtext.
Monsieur Lazhar is the rare film that respects the complexities and contradictions of grief.
Jack Black gives a career-best performance in an effortlessly entertaining film.
McCarey’s sociopolitical hysterectomy finally hits home video in a Blu-ray that appears downright ashamed of its contents.
The film is one of contemporary cinema’s great love stories, perhaps one of cinema’s great love stories period.
Farhadi’s film remains one of the most important films of the young decade to date.
Disappointing audiences who expect a French riff on Dracula for nearly 100 years.
La Promesse would be important enough if it was merely Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne’s break-out film, but it’s also one of their best.
Jaws is the definitive comedy posing as a monster movie, and this must-own Blu-ray allows it to look and sound as it never has before.
As expected, Twilight Time’s Blu-ray for Bye Bye Birdie sacrifices supplemental features for production quality.
The Dardennes’ story of survival and relentless persistence burns with the kind of immediacy that will make it forever relevant.
Lionsgate’s superb disc will wipe away any salty tears that it doesn’t carry the Criterion logo.