A fawning tribute to the cult legend, enriched by a subtle current of sadness that prevents the doc from turning into a DVD supplement.
Like a number of cult directors to emerge in the 1970s, Henry Jaglom values a party atmosphere at the expense of narrative cohesion.
One minor point of interest comes in the form of Jason himself—more specifically, the actor playing him.
Joel Schumacher’s The Lost Boys is messy. Painful. Unhinged.
From Blade to Buffy, we’ve always needed fearless soldiers to battle creatures of the night.
The box set of this undeniably disreputable horror franchise is 100 percent for the fans, and they should be pretty happy with this extras-laden smorgasbord.
The film is an elegy for Chris, and so it became an elegy for the youthfulness and beauty of River Phoenix himself.
A top-heavy double feature that provides an excellent representation of one of Disney’s most underrated works.
Reiner and company seem to be giving permission to the men in the audience to succumb to the lumps in their throats.
Jason Lives is the sort of sustained, fatigued overkill that you’d expect from Scream 8, not a slasher flick from 1986.
A good tech package, all in all.
Not one of the best looking episodes in the series, looking drab and dusty brown, this Deluxe Edition fares as well as you’d expect.
Jason gets the proper sendoff.
The film seemed like the ideal ending point for the lowbrow slasher series.
I suppose by the time you’re up to episode five of a redundant slasher series, you’ve got to spice things up somehow.
The Fox and the Hound has been consistently underrated, if not downright forgotten.
An acceptable disc for one of Disney’s best and most unheralded animated features.
Bad films. Great transfers and features. Strictly for the fans.
A not-so-solid film gets a solid audio and video transfer and the red carpet treatment in the features department.
There’s potential here for potent Hollywood ribbing, but Dickie Roberts mostly plays like an E! True Hollywood Story.