Mostly remembered for its plot twist, Jordan’s film is marked by a deep sense of empathy.
Koch Lorber cocks another one up.
Word of advice to Madonna: Work with notoriously bratty directors more often.
An unexpected and very valuable DVD.
A total freak show-proof of Mel Gibson’s undeniable talent as a filmmaker and complete and total lunacy as a human being.
The anamorphic widescreen presentation is first rate.
A sample of ’70s grit worth reviving, though anybody fiending for a fix of extras will be worse off than the film’s craven addicts.
Get this edition if you like the movie, but stick to the theatrical release available as a feature on the first disc.
The film survives on its performances—and the sense that it’s more than the moment in which it was made. A cold, hard caper.
A fine set of iffy adventure films from a limited but amiable star.
Bye Bye Brazil, hellooooo indifferent DVD transfer.
Simply as a sample of Hollywood refreshment, it’s a smashing product.
The Fountain is an acquired taste I don’t really care to acquire. The soundtrack, though, is a different story.
The film trembles in the shadow of Letters from Iwo Jima but the quality of its image and sound elements is almost unrivaled.
An average romantic comedy emboldened by a great Drew Barrymore performance.
The pitch meeting must have been frightening: Caché for fans of Chocolat.
Kicky but muddled, it’s still a valuable reminder of Ross and Williams in their too-brief moment in the sun.
A handsome film, and a real keeper for fans of Vivien Leigh’s unstable beauty.
Don’t rent or buy this movie…because I said so!
Have fun with this hot-blooded Victorian soap opera.
Its very existence means “the best film Ron Howard directed” is, lamentably, not a backhanded compliment.