Martin Scorsese captures the exquisite agony and pleasure of passion that’s forced to remain theoretical.
One of last year’s most haunting films receives a gorgeous transfer that’s perhaps appropriately light on supplements.
This disc correctly insists that the film is an astonishing achievement that belongs in the canon of classic American cinema.
Gary Oldman’s assured win over the two main critics’ favorites, Timothée Chalamet and Daniel Kaluuya, represents an unabashed retrenchment that’s entirely off brand in this Oscar year.
The film arrives at a place of qualified peace that cauterizes the emotional wounds of Anderson’s cinema.
The trailer for Anderson’s eighth feature-length film dropped less than 30 minutes ago and cinephiles are already frothing at the mouth.
Criterion’s 4K Blu-ray masterfully displays what makes Merchant Ivory productions a continued commercial attraction.
The film is a reminder that truly progressive films present their revolutionary attitudes as a given.
The lame extras are disappointing, but Spielberg’s quietly subversive political comedy receives an otherwise superlative transfer.
Let’s try to rid our minds of the deplorable notion that Spielberg and Lee are contending for an award that belongs to Affleck.
The larger-than-life aura that Daniel Day-Lewis breathes into the characters he portrays seems also to have in recent years extended to the actor himself.
Blergh. Weeks ago I dreamed a dream where all the particulars of my presently contentious relationship with Anne Hathaway were manifest.
By now, most awards watchers are aware of Tony Kushner’s grand task of translating Doris Kearns Goodwin’s Team of Rivals.
It certainly looks like Joaquin Phoenix is about to be snubbed for his work in The Master.
With its Oscar clout and inevitable crowd-pleasing matched by widespread critical ire, the film is easily the year’s most divisive awards contender.
The film’s strongest bit of buzz has been swirling around the lead performance from Naomi Watts, whose tortured turn as the quintet’s mother hen has made her a Best Actress frontrunner.
Though it boasts the strongest pedigree of all 2012 awards contenders, Lincoln doesn’t play like obvious Oscar bait while you’re watching it.
Lincoln may further the heroism so associated with its subject, but it’s no bleeding-heart glamorization.
Will the Academy really go for a star-free, Sendak-esque allegory, whose rugged charms are tied to its loose lack of answers?
Like the movie it touts, the one-sheet has some end-of-the-line authenticity.