To Live and Die in L.A. exhibits a remarkable degree of kineticism.
Groovy and grotesque in equal measure, Daniel Haller’s film looks hauntingly good on Blu-ray.
Night Gallery’s final season gets a stunning 2K restoration and a cornucopia of bonus materials.
Arrow’s lavish UHD release makes a strong case for a reappraisal of David Lynch’s film maudit.
Criterion offers what should prove to be a definitive transfer of a pivotal and still overwhelmingly intimate David Lynch film.
Arbelos offers a landmark restoration of a raw, self-devouring work of auto-critical cinema that was decades ahead of its time.
To Live and Die in L.A. gets a vibrant 4K transfer and a slate of solid new extras.
The film occasionally and promisingly suggests an obsessive and free-associative paean to regret.
With this classic Hollywood thriller, Altman proved that career rehabilitation can spring from stylishly biting the hand that feeds you.
Kino presents Jonathan Demme’s dark, irreverent romantic comedy with an admirable A/V transfer, but skimps completely on the extras.
There’s no attempt to convince us that the world is being corrupted by people who haven’t accepted the Gospel; it merely assumes we agree with that idea.
As an adaptation of Davis Sedaris’s short essay from his acclaimed 1997 compilation, Naked, it’s a letdown, as it doesn’t exude the pop of the author’s trademark humor.
Kazan’s furious look at barely dormant post-war anti-Semitism gets a classy Blu-ray release.
Now that the film is on Blu-ray, we can finally drink along with the characters in the safety of our own homes.
A terrific, finely-tuned presentation of a landmark American movie, complete with flaming nipples, minus cackling audience members.
The film arrives on Blu-ray with a befittingly humble and loving audio and visual transfer.
Digging further into the film raises many more questions than it answers.
Paris, Texas may be missing a crucial piece of authentic Americana, but it still evokes an America most Americans yearn to gaze on.
Paris, Texas belongs to the rare tradition of American art that actually fills me with nostalgic love for the sleepy Southwest.
The series finale is about as audacious and ambitious a piece of television as I’ve ever seen.