Scorsese’s manic best picture winner looks sharper than ever on Warner’s UHD disc.
Thankfully, New Yorker Video in conjunction with Project X Distribution has found a way to make this and other Watkins films available.
Save for the visible grain and unfortunate fluctuations in contrast, this is a sharp and clean transfer.
The audio presentation is solid, especially the post-production sound of Morgan Freeman’s narration and Alex Wurman’s score.
Liman’s Mr. and Mrs. Smith is Scenes from a Marriage for Generation Y.
Decades before Stallone in nut-hugging shorts, check out the first cliffhangers.
Since Sarno’s film exudes cheapness, it’s probably fitting that this DVD’s anamorphic widescreen transfer is a cruddy mess.
Mizoguchi’s film is far from chivalrous, but that doesn’t stop it from being one of cinema’s most austere male weepies.
Nothing special, unless you want to take that expensive Screenplay 101 class from home.
Anchor Bay’s criminal indifference to the original aspect ratios negate their DVD debut.
Here are some more adjectives you can add to the disc’s cover art: beautiful, elegiac, profound, and mythical.
Might be the only ’70s film featuring the Army that isn’t even worth unpacking for political subtext.
As tacky as it is compulsively divalicious, Lady Sings the Blues whitewashes a major talent in service of a moderate one.
What would you do if a million Euro fell into your lap?
Add this black sheep to your Looney Tunes Golden Collection family.
Cameron’s dialogue was wrong. With Titanic, he clearly discovered that it is a woman’s vagina that is a deep ocean of many secrets.
It’s been a banner year for Tim Burton. Pity it’s also the year he made the two most unimaginative films of his career.
A poised tiger navigating an urban jungle, Delon’s samouraï is the epitome of noir cool.
Lifeboat is a very underrated Hitchcock film that deserves serious reexamination.
The new editions will cut you to the quick. Angela Lansbury’s incessant voiceovers will just cut your eardrums.
I say The Fly is maybe Cronenberg’s most accomplished straight horror film, but, then again, a dentist just knocked out three of my teeth.