Scorsese’s manic best picture winner looks sharper than ever on Warner’s UHD disc.
Joy to the world: Wicker Park imagines what life must be like inside a music video.
A work of MTV-styled historical projection, King Arthur allows Guinevere to kick considerable ass-pity the film can’t do the same.
With no extras, this DVD edition of Intimate Strangers is strictly for fans of Patrice Leconte.
3…2…1…blast off with the Woman in the Moon.
Mark my words: Napoleon Dynamite will fly off the shelves, bound to become the most-rented DVD of the next few years. Sigh.
Finally, I can say that Will Smith and I have something in common: We’re both allergic to bullshit.
New Jersey isn’t as ugly as Todd Solondz would have us believe, but it’s also not as precious as Zach Braff tells us it is here.
Every fragment of Welles footage that surfaces is another dent in the tired argument that the man’s only claim to fame was Citizen Kane.
A terrible transfer of an essential film.
Probably the most common misconception about Metzger’s films is that they are “innocent.”
Even though Dodgeball tries entirely too hard to be funny, the hearty extras collected on this DVD edition are rather nifty.
Seventeen minutes that forever changed the face of cinema, Un Chien Andalou finally makes it to DVD.
Ignore We Don’t Live Here Anymore’s literary pretence and focus on its truly remarkable performances.
If the DVD cover is any indication, queens weren’t the only ones mortified by the Andrews/Raven duet in the film.
Dreyer turns a bisexual love triangle into the archetype of sexual piety and martyrdom. How Scandinavian of him.
The extras are scarce but Quentin Tarantino’s, err, Zhang Yimou’s Hero gets the video/audio treatment it finally deserves.
Mike Hodges’s sleek, bleak film may be the year’s nastiest noir, but its low profile won’t improve via Paramount’s perfunctory DVD.
The film is hot. The DVD, sadly, is not.
Even before they became explicitly gay sex-pigs, Ren & Stimpy were still the sickest little monkeys in cartoons.
Next to Men With Guns, this may be the best film about a Latin American crisis directed by a white guy.