This early contender for Blu-ray set of the year is a beautiful, painstakingly contextualized restoration of a genre- and medium-bending masterpiece.
The miniseries derives its politics less from platitude than from an uncompromising sense of emotional irony.
A dizzying hall-of-mirrors stunt, a horror remake as autobiographical X-ray, and a fantasy that serves as a cleansing creative exorcism.
Kathleen Collins’s film is a patient exploration of the enlaced connections between professional and emotional sectors.
This blaxploitation landmark ought to be rescued from its martyr status and appreciated anew as a totem of the unclassifiable in American cinema.