Hud is a mournful lament for a passing of a way of life and a meditation on the ways forward.
Beautiful. Poetic. Scary. Take a walk with these nine Val Lewton classics.
Dark and distressing, Last Days is as anti-anthemic as “Smells Like Teen Spirit.”
It can’t be said enough: less exploitative and infinitely more fun than Spellbound.
A must-see for fans of Terence Stamp and his magical British package. Others beware.
A fantastic package of an essential and rare Antonioni feature, surely one of the best DVDs of the year.
Love hurts. Fassbinder’s often misunderstood study is magnificently excruciating.
A dream is a wish your heart makes. Apparently, whatever your head wishes is to be stifled and gagged.
Between this anthology and the upcoming Val Lewton box set, your esoteric Halloween movie marathon is already set.
Raimi’s splatter-slapstick classic gets the deluxe treatment. In Ash’s immortal words: “Groovy.”
Fox Mulder’s last crusade.
Tasteful but unexciting, Monumental is nowhere near as special as David Bower’s fight for wild America.
Anyone understandably bothered by the lapsed historical significance of the documentary will appreciate how Stone picks up the flack on his commentary track.
Undoubtedly careful, tasteful filmmaking. But, then again, Janet Frame’s writing could also be described as careful and tasteful.
Godard’s satire of the children of Marx and Coca-Cola still resonates today.
If you have any sense, you’ll rent and savor Trash instead.
Hardly a drag. Fifteen years later, Paris still burns with life.
A revealing but slender offering from a still-underrated funnyman.
We are racing toward an apocalypse of our own creation. This is who we are.
Sidney Lumet contributes a professional commentary, unexciting but competent, like many of his films.
Intellectuals from Roland Barthes to Kenneth Tynan have rhapsodized idiotically and sometimes touchingly about the Garbo phenomenon.