Despite occasional hiccups in the source elements, these HD transfers look incredibly good.
Privilege had the jump on Easy Rider in telling a generation that they were going to blow it.
Since we missed the release date, now might be a good time to address Benten Films’s double-disc release of Katz’s first two features.
A solid pair of Nordic journeys from one of cinema’s earliest builders.
Nature gives and nature takes away in Sjöström’s pantheistic classic.
The bare-bones treatment doesn’t make this representative selection from a major auteur’s sober, elegiac vision of late 20th-century French life any less valuable.
21, in which Kevin Spacey lecherously sizes up a line of female strippers at a Vegas casino, now serves as the greatest testament to the man’s talent as an actor.
Despite Hulot’s inefficiency at getting the show on the road, Trafic is an essential work from one of the movies’ great comedy stylists.
Its vision of humanity rewound to a feudal state of being is pulpy and smart, though the film is more likely to be remembered as the longest car commercial ever made.
There are vast differences between the three mediums of Batman.
Never thought I would stay this, but give me another hit of Crank instead.
No disrespect to Channing Tatum, but pencil-thin dweeb Adam G. Sevani is the star of this nonstop dance-a-thon.
Essentially a collage of mistrelsy reaction shots, College Road Trip is both a cinematic atrocity and colossal blow for minority representation.
Stop-Loss is as much about the war in Iraq as it is about making movies-and like its kin, it isn’t any good.
Give me Revenge of the Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise instead.
Until 24 is back on the air, we won’t be able to wash the bad taste of Vantage Point from our mouths.
Filmmaker Carter Smith is going places, something which can’t be said about the characters in The Ruins.
While quite a few of the process and matte shots reveal the obvious seams, the print itself is clean and crystal clear.
A bathetic Afterschool Special, City of Men is a trendy illumination of social despair.
Like slogging through a pool of molasses, My Blueberry Nights may or may not wreck your love affair with Wong Kar-wai.
This is contemplative rape film that Irréversible wished it were.