Fright Night fearlessly blends horror and comedy into one fetching confection.
Criterion gives one of the most compulsively rewatchable movies of the last generation its most fully satisfying home-video edition to date.
It’s Jason Statham’s badass grimace and combat acumen that elevate Safe above your average direct-to-video genre work.
Certainly, taking Bergman’s minimal characters and haunting island setting from celluloid to three dimensions was not a ready-made feat.
Some long overdue appreciation is due for the best American example of a cinematic tale of the undead from the 1980s.
Child’s Play is only a shade more terrifying than Teddy Ruxpin.
It took Don Mancini 10 years to bring the Chucky franchise to its current homo glory, but the original Child’s Play is pretty gay.
Leave it to Disney to bring a film back to life over and over again just to make a buck.
A film of remarkable forwardness, honesty, and humor, built, like all fairy tales, around one message, summed up late in the script.
Lacking the commentaries and home-video footage that graced previous DVD releases, this pedestrian set hardly excites.
The plot of the film is ultimately as emaciated and insubstantial as its leading bags of bones.
With the tiniest, most generous of building blocks, the film says so much about the way we love and repel one another.
It’s Lifetime. It’s camp. It’s seriously confused, and it should speak directly to drag queens in straight relationships everywhere.
For anyone who doubts that a film that’s soaked in camp can’t tackle a timely subject, here is Lipstick.