Turns out, Hammer was still making entertaining and even innovative films in the 1970s.
Until MacGyver and Alf season box sets hit stores, Gen Xers will get a nostalgia kick out of this DVD.
If you are buying this DVD for the actual movie and not for the “Love Is a Battlefield” music video then there’s no hope for you.
Communism may be almost dead in Good Bye, Lenin! but god-damn if it ain’t going out with a bang.
The show is an often glorious evocation of the world of the iconic Dark Knight.
Does Elmore Leonard sell the rights to his novels only after filmmakers agree to use “It’s Your Thing” on the soundtrack?
Can’t afford that course in Italian cinema at NYU? My Voyage to Italy is just as good, and it’s a hell of a lot cheaper.
What better way to show good old Dad that you love him (or hate him) by giving him a copy of The Barbarian Invasions.
You know what they say: Once you go black, you never go back.
“A crowd-pleasing movie treat bursting with music, dance and excitement”? Hardly.
Raymond Chandler might have scoffed at the gauze of Hollywood, but Murder, My Sweet is crawling with grunty RKO expressionism.
For fans, this is a must have, and for anyone else interested in taking a nostalgic trip back to the heady days of 1980s weekday animation.
So .38-caliber erections aren’t exactly as subversive as they once used to be. Gun Crazy is still drenched in Lewis’s B-movie finery.
One can only dream that every DVD contained commentary tracks and featurettes as insightful as the ones included here.
It’s one of the most lazily framed mainstream films in history, but Warner’s video transfer looks truly wonderful.
Nicole Kidman’s voice in Cold Mountain is liable to send any man off to war. Except, that is, for Rex Reed.
Not only should DMX not be allowed to act but he also shouldn’t be allowed to rap on commentary tracks.
The red, white, and blue barber’s pole is getting a little rusty, but fans of the wholesome franchise probably couldn’t care less.
Anyone looking for a woodwind buddy? Look no further than Agent Cody Banks.
It’s impossible to imagine anyone who scored at least a 500 on the verbal section of the SAT wanting to sit though this tripe.
Repeat after me: I’ll just die if I don’t get this recipe. I’ll just die if I don’t get this recipe. I’ll just die if I don’t get this recipe.