Despite occasional hiccups in the source elements, these HD transfers look incredibly good.
Essential in the truest sense of the word.
For such an ethnically conscious film, there are surprisingly only English subtitles.
So, a “proletariat trilogy” from the eighties by a Finnish director? It doesn’t sound too delightful, does it?
A striking vision of contemporary horror finally presented in its original version.
A preferable alternative would be watching Debbie Does Dallas while having Hershey’s Syrup squirted into my mouth.
With The Last Bolshevik, Marker allows himself to get personal.
A majestic package fit for the film that would make Pauline Kael and Andrew Sarris swoon in unison.
A somewhat disappointing package of a truly lovely film.
Perhaps Marker is ageless because he compresses the past and present into one cosmic “now.”
The film illustrates not merely Ophüls’s unparalleled sense of flow and texture, but also his proto-feminism.
It may have been too much movie for standard DVD, but not so for this Blu-ray release.
The film that brings Tarantino’s magnum opus full circle emotionally and thematically gets its definitive release-visually, at least.
Fans of a cult show like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia deserve more robust extras than what’s offered here.
It took Don Mancini 10 years to bring the Chucky franchise to its current homo glory, but the original Child’s Play is pretty gay.
The slick gospel of Cool Hand Luke is delivered with star sheen and ensemble luster in this middling package.
Taken together, these two films are like Marker’s epistemology of fiction vs. nonfiction.
Chris Marker has nine brains.
Not particularly horror and not particularly classics, these overlooked films still warrant a look for the dedicated movie buff.
Baby Mama confirms that if Tina Fey is in something she didn’t write herself, it just ain’t funny.
Yet another reminder that the Academy’s Foreign Language branch doesn’t know shit.