Mostly remembered for its plot twist, Jordan’s film is marked by a deep sense of empathy.
I don’t know whether Peckinpah is saying that war is hell or that war is gay. Either way, it’s all about the boys.
Fists in the Pocket is no walk in the park.
One of the few infamous disco flicks that was actually made before the death of disco, though you wouldn’t know it from the sad evidence on display.
This boxed set is haphazard, slapped together, meat and no potatoes. All of the above apply to the films as well.
The film has the lightness of touch and narrative fluidity that’s pure, inimitable Ray.
Given all the Lynch connections, think of the film as an appetizer of sorts before Inland Empire.
A painting in perpetual motion.
Unveil Boys Don’t Cry instead.
Linda Lovelace has nothing on the little camera that travels down into the deepest areas of the film’s oceans.
An adequate Dietrich DVD set with three essential films and two amiable duds.
An overwhelming set that will please the Berkeley fan and alarm others.
Death, longing, and transformation made challengingly sublime, though the shabby transfer is surely its own kind of hell.
Five fine Mae West films thrown together in a shoddy white plastic package.
The little-seen True Confession alone would be worth the money, let alone backed up by so many other rare titles.
See DVD come out. See people with brains not buy it.
Is the film dirty enough for Redman to not clean his act up?
The features on this elaborate two-disc collection have been smartly divided into two categories to mirror the different worlds of the film.
In which Lee mind-wrestles with a feminist screenwriter and everyone loses.
Like Punishment Park, the film is an uncompromised take on the front lines of a media war.
Manna for sleaze movie fans, Wings Hauser’s performance as Ramrod will take his cut now, along with a piece of your heart.