It’s been a while since Criterion fanatics have gotten to decry a new, cash-grabbing title sullying the purity of their home-movie shelves.
A politically and emotionally evocative cult classic in the making receives a beautiful transfer courtesy of Kino Lorber.
The film’s attempt at political insight and portrayal of social malaise are meant to give it the illusion of depth.
A wonderful, must-own transfer by the Criterion Collection of one of last year’s best films.
I think the only thing it validates is itself, and the decision to give the Brat Pack the celluloid equivalent of a Reykjavik summit.
As with Palindromes, the film revolves around a casting gimmick, with its predecessor’s roles now embodied by all new performers.
The film consistently trips over its zeal to approach the heady subject matter without appearing reductive.
Teh film is a groan-worthy SNL sketch distended to feature length.
The series is direct and unconfrontational, but also uninsightful.
The film proves that Hollywood doesn’t have a monopoly on ponderous, ersatz-thoughtful war dramas.
The film is as vibrant as rhythm and blues, as brainy as the poetry of science, and as emotionally open as you hope your date will be.