Villeneuve’s film is a milestone of precision craftsmanship on a gargantuan scale.
Denis Villeneuve’s gets a 4K release that, with its crystal-clear images and boisterous soundtrack, makes the most of the UHD format.
Luchino Visconti’s unsparing examination of moral depravity has never looked better than it does on the Criterion’s new Blu-ray edition.
Dune Review: Denis Villeneuve Epic Collapses Under the Weight of Its Self-Seriousness
Dune ends up feeling like an extended prologue for what one can only hope will be a sequel that will clarify its parables and paradoxes.
Throughout Benedetta, Paul Verhoeven builds up a heady, campy mix of religious imagery, corporeal abjectness, and masochism.
François Ozon’s film is a classically humanist illustration of a percolating controversy.
The film is a leaden adaptation of Sarah Waters’s quiet yet distressing novel about an aristocratic family’s downfall.
Red Sparrow never gives fateful or conspicuous weight to all the breadcrumbs that point toward its long game.
Last night during the Golden Globe Awards, 20th Century Fox premiered a new trailer for the spy thriller Red Sparrow.
Andrea Pallaoro’s Hannah attains a discomfiting intimacy in its chilly examination of a woman coming undone.
Haigh’s haunting film receives a flawless transfer and a helpful lot of production-oriented supplements from Criterion.
Ritesh Batra’s film is a tale of white nostalgia that should have found its footing on dramatic grounds.
It ends up with blurry action that often looks digitally faked and a fractious plot that’s stuck over-explaining itself.
Brie Larson, in Room, fights back tooth and claw from the brink just as much as the frontrunner in the Oscar race for best actor.
The iconic actress is careful to point out that, unlike her character in 45 Years, marking milestones “isn’t my style.”
It’s the summative effect of the story’s modest exchanges that lends the film its profound sense of loss.
Guy Maddin’s indulgence in esoterica paradoxically leaves the film most vulnerable to the beating heart of this great artist of self-therapy.
45 Years is basically a showcase for Haigh’s finely tuned screenplay and the performances of its two leads.
A pristine offering of a film that devastates through its shockingly precise attunement to the lingering traumas of human-borne catastrophe.
The film’s increasingly unnerving story mostly unfolds with minimal flair, intensely focused as it is on its steely and enigmatic protagonist.