Criterion outfits Cronenberg’s utterly one-of-kind erotic techno-fable with a mint transfer and a few pertinent archival extras.
The besieged family never wins and is never in danger of winning, and so we’re pummeled with unearned nihilism.
A Dark Truth is one of those unfortunate projects whose component parts are immediately at odds with one another.
Revelation won’t shut the fuck up about the history of its titular town.
Criterion continues to polish their gold standard with their release of David Fincher’s most underrated and unseen masterpiece.
There’s little in The Way that doesn’t succumb to platitudinous conceptions of spirituality.
Inanity and incompetence form an imposing tag team in 88 Minutes, the current favorite for 2008’s dumbest movie.
Last year, with Paramount and Mel Gibson’s blessing, Brian Helgeland got the chance to reedit the film to his original cut.
Gans’s Silent Hill is as creepy and fun as the director’s Hollywood calling card, Brotherhood of the Wolf.
Despite its often-overwhelming nonsensicality, there’s ultimately something irresistibly fiendish about Silent Hill.
Things That Hang From Trees offers a slice of special education-tinged Southern gothic minus the evocative eccentricity.
The characters are treated with all the sympathy of amoebas seen through a microscope.
The self-consciousness of Nicolas Winding Refn’s direction complements the compulsiveness of Turturro’s character, but there’s really nothing to Fear X.
If White Noise is to be believed, then TV’s psychic medium John Edward is no longer needed.
Unlike Faulkner’s Light in August, the film’s structure is less intricately maze-like and the stakes never feel too high.
Be wary of any film that bookends a blistering portrait of social unrest with Skinemax-style sex scenes.