This UHD disc, sourced from a recent 4K remaster, is a massive upgrade over its predecessor.
The film’s unreflective earnestness is haunting in all the wrong ways.
The embarrassingly low production value of Bernard Rose’s 2 Jacks works symbiotically with the film’s botched performances.
Writer-director Nika Agiashvili buys into the concept of the American dream with the zeal of a true believer.
Rebecca Thomas’s debut feature is a sensible and humane exploration of youthful curiosity.
You’re not going to find a grander spectacle in theaters right now, and the truth is, you haven’t found too many in the last 15 years.
Christian E. Christiansen’s film is Single White Female for the CW set.
Rarely have source material, director, and leading actress been more in alignment than in Orlando.
Stop sawing logs, this is the definitive Twin Peaks DVD box set.
CBS DVD in association with Paramount presents the second season of Twin Peaks in near-pristine 1.33:1 hi-definition transfers.
There isn’t a moment in Memory during which Billy Zane seems natural.
BloodRayne ably continues Uwe Boll’s indisputable reign as the worst filmmaker on the planet.
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.
James Cameron’s film is as perverse as it is completely guileless.
Silver City is about a prefab political puppet and the Haliburton-like corporation that pulls his strings.
Most die-hard New Line horror aficionados are likely to share the eye-rolling sentiments of second-billed cameo star M. Emmet Walsh.
It’s hardly surprising that Stephen Herek’s career has since steered toward the easy sentimentality of Mr. Holland’s Opus.
When Henry Bean’s camera stays on Ryan Gosling and strays from the reparative therapy narrative, The Believer soars.