Hud is a mournful lament for a passing of a way of life and a meditation on the ways forward.
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.
As far as late ’70s films about the terrors of NY subways by night go, it’s right up there with Maniac and Dressed to Kill.
Strictly for people who see French films solely for the promise of seeing Louis Garrel flash his weiner.
Get beneath Gregg Araki’s Mysterious Skin.
In the audio department, the film curiously gets nothing more than a mono track.
It’s easy to imagine a better Herbie: Fully Loaded had Grace Jones’s “Sex Drive” blared during the film’s racing sequences.
Orlando Bloom and the Brothers Scott have this week’s film and DVD market cornered.
It’s French, it’s sexy, and Johnny Deep makes a cameo. Your female roommate will love it.
The film’s positive portrait of teenage femininity is honest and mature.
The image on this disc is serviceable but the audio delivers the goods.