Mills’s films might be called fragmentary if not for their unifying spirit of psychological inquiry.
The disappointing extras shouldn’t detract from the charm of Bogdanovich’s lilting urban valentine.
The walls of urban corruption come tumbling down under Rosi’s muckraking gaze.
An acceptable disc for one of Disney’s best and most unheralded animated features.
A handsome, unsatisfying DVD of a handsome, unsatisfying epic.
Godard’s supernal meditation sublimely surveys the body while reaching for the heavens.
A surprisingly thin session, but, when Billy Wilder Speaks, cinephiles nevertheless should listen.
Ariel didn’t want to be part of your kids’ world. That bitch wants to own your kids’ world.
Given the nature of the film, the image and audio is almost too good, but the film’s laughs still resonate through the spic-and-span treatment.
Nowhere near Robert Altman’s best, but we’re still lucky to have it.
This sexy, often funny comedy about AIDS is missing one important thing: a crucial sense of danger.
Eaten Alive doesn’t fuck with your head like Hooper’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre films.
Oh, Freddy, you’re so fine, you’re so fine….you make me wish The Dream Child had never happened.
Hillcoat’s film is a conflicted elegy for a brutal past.
With Olmi, Kiarostami, and Loach aboard, this is a train certainly worth hopping.
Check out George Cukor’s Les Girls instead.
Seriously, the last thing I need is to annotate Rydell High’s yearbook.
Stick this kaleidoscopic ode to the feisty, self-empowering female spirit in your DVD player.
One could say that the sparse décor of the titular abode’s interior explains-if not necessary excuses-the disc’s slim extras.
This is one of the worst looking discs we’ve seen from a major video distributor in years.
An inadequate image and audio presentation of the one of the finer horror films to ever come out of the closet.