The film splits the difference between period-drama gravitas and exploitation-film titillation.
Bava’s ghost story is replete with kinky sex, fiery passions, and coldblooded murder.
Hardy’s legendary British folk horror film looks gorgeous on Lionsgate’s UHD release.
Hugo’s celebration of Méliès doesn’t celebrate form. Rather, it celebrates celebration.
Career of Evil: Jess Franco’s Adaptations of the Marquis de Sade’s Justine and Eugenie
Across these two films, Franco finds fresh fodder for his own personal preoccupations.
The film gets a sterling Blu-ray transfer and a satisfyingly comprehensive slate of bonus features.
It offers a CliffsNotes encapsulation of Edgar Allen Poe’s most enduring works for viewers unacquainted with them.
This barebones, arbitrarily assembled package of Hammer Horror films is redeemed by the gorgeous aural/visual restorations.
Most affecting in its depiction of friendship, and the performances represent platonic male intimacy in convincing, often moving ways.
You slowly sink into its bizarre charm, and by the time its sinister epiphanies begin to proliferate, you’re too deep to get out.
For the 11 days over which the 66th Locarno Film Festival took place, the Swiss city was a colony of leopards.
A top-shelf presentation of one of last year’s baggiest, most unnecessary films.
There’s more to An Unexpected Journey than self-conscious nostalgia and fan pandering.
The tone of Jackson’s latest is, appropriately, much more jovial than that of Rings, which unfolds in an era far more stricken with despair.
Each of these moments illustrates a slightly different shade of the films’ fluid realization of a complex visual, thematic, and emotional spectrum.
The film, still only clearing its throat, hints at a wellspring of emotional riches to come.
If you’re a seasoned fan, or even looking to dig into the series for the first time, Bond 50 is an essential package.
It’s a giddy, diabolical, and terminally underappreciated sequel to the film that made Joe Dante’s career.
One selection here is so indelible that its wearer spawned the name for a whole style of ’stache.
A disappointing slog from the artist formerly known as Martin Scorsese gets a predictably perfect high-def standing ovation.