Criterion’s stacked release helps make the case that the film is more than just an interesting curio in Jarmusch’s canon.
At his best, Mazursky dramatized how sociopolitics informed American domestic life, deftly evading preaching.
With an image that’s faded and at times fuzzy, Kino’s Blu-ray of the film needed more time in the studio.
Criterion legitimizes this brilliant musical X-ray with a transfer that admirably refuses to moot its seamy, gritty, furious poetry.
Camp it up, Mary, the Boys have been culturally rehabilitated, remastered and are drunk-dialing your number.
The partygoers are caught in the tragedy of the pre-liberation closet, a more crippling and unforgiving one than the closets that remain.
The film revisits an Alphabet City virtually unseen since Paul Morrissey’s vibrant gangland dramedy Mixed Blood.
There’s something a little perverse about a director who models his own ego trip completely after someone else’s movie.
It manages an act of alchemy as it exudes the foul miasma of flop sweat at the same time as it showcases Fosse’s consummate cinematic talents.
It’s hard enough on the streets for a Latino man, let alone a mentally disabled one.