Mills’s films might be called fragmentary if not for their unifying spirit of psychological inquiry.
Bertolucci and Vittorio Storaro’s master class on epic filmmaking does David Lean better than David Lean.
An alternately grim and amusing parable, but give me Cassavettes instead.
“I much prefer Daffy Duck to Donald Duck.” Finally a pensée I can get behind.
Perennial modernist Alain Resnais enters old-man-cinema territory with grace and style.
Maurice Pialat was, by all accounts, a difficult man.
Conrad Veidt is the original innocent with dirty hands in this memorable bit of Germanic arcana.
The transfer on this release is as tight as 25-year-old French ass wearing a new pantyless girdle.
An essential set of big-ticket Joan Crawford films.
The film is still able to ironically laugh at the savagery and stupidity happening in our world right now.
I’m not going to lie: With these movies I expected the Lubitsch touch to at least cop a feel.
The four Ernst Lubitsch musicals collected in this box set mark a transitional period in his work.
You’ve got to give Lionsgate credit for putting a spotlight on Godard’s later, grumpier works.
Don’t watch the trailer on the extras, because like so many of these low-budget shockers it shows all the best parts in advance.
The Aristocats is not jazz.
The film has a broad appeal to cultural anthropologists, ironic hipsters, bad movie buffs, and chauvinist pigs.
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A deluxe DVD package to match the grandeur of Mann’s admirable epic.
The series is direct and unconfrontational, but also uninsightful.
Varda weaves together a film about the communal voice that forms among people.
The film isn’t the prototypical feminist classic chronicling a woman’s journey from submissiveness to assertiveness.