Quentin Tarantino’s generation-defining classic receives a sterling, detail-rich 4K transfer.
Paradise City Review: John Travolta Comes to Play in Chuck Russell’s Inept Schlockfest
If only everyone else had followed Travolta’s lead, then the film might have lived up to its title.
Terry Gilliam’s prescient and visionary 12 Monkeys gets a sterling UHD upgrade.
Randall Emmett’s directorial debut is virtually indistinguishable from the scores of cheap VOD action thrillers that he’s produced to date.
Every story beat is unimaginatively cribbed from better films and every tepid exchange of dialogue is unconvincingly performed.
Almost every element of the film has been seemingly engineered to be the ne plus ultra of slapdash ineptitude.
The film revives many noir touchstones, but never the throbbing unease that courses through the classics of the genre.
M. Night Shyamalan’s film is aimed at an audience from whom he cringingly craves fealty.
Time has been kind to 12 Monkeys, a compelling and unnerving genre exercise that boasts what may be Bruce Willis’s finest performance.
The film cannot fully repress its almost erotic longing for the unfettered violence of the terrorist.
It’s difficult to think of a film more out of step with the current culture than Eli Roth’s Death Wish remake.
First Kill is not only as bland and leaden as its über-generic title suggests, it’s downright sloppy to boot.
To have the film’s youth restored in a new HD transfer is, like you at the L’Oréal counter, worth it.
The film quickly settles into a depressingly one-note groove as a culture-clashing circus act.
Criterion stalwartly continues to ensure that one of America’s finest directors is properly recognized for the master artist that he’s become.
The film’s scribe, Steven de Souza, certainly intended a large degree of this self-referentiality.
Brian A. Miller’s Vice takes the basic premise from 1973’s Westworld and morphs it into an incoherent slog.
Whereas a single, stinging one-liner would have sufficed Tourneur or Lang, Miller’s overcompensating flood of pulpy dialogue only renders his characters flat and sans empathy.
Dean Parisot’s film is an awfully expensive and grossly extended Cialis commercial.
Yippie-ki-yay, Voldemort.