Quentin Tarantino’s generation-defining classic receives a sterling, detail-rich 4K transfer.
Barring a UHD release, the film is unlikely to ever look better than it does on Criterion’s superlative package.
A story of filth and fury and, eventually, of placidity and peace, Her Smell is Alex Ross Perry’s most chaotic and unmuffled film—until it isn’t.
Terence Davies’s films often run on multiple kinds of consciousness.
The most influential film of the 1990s makes its highly anticipated bow on Blu-ray.
Yesterday’s mid-season finale could prove to be a make or break moment for the remaining fans that have hung in there for Caprica.
Caprica seems vaguely ashamed of its sci-fi roots.
Caprica’s pilot is ambitious, a bit overflowing with plot threads that beg for resolution
An interesting opening for what could be a unique spin on an old sci-fi trope.
With the recent demise of the much beloved Battlestar Galactica, this avid TV watcher found himself mourning the loss of its wonderful characters in a way he seldom has before.
Noah Baumbach’s gift for crafting characters out of flesh and blood gives the film an associative realism.
As one of Criterion’s more contemporary releases, it comes as little surprise that the film’s anamorphic widescreen image looks sharp.
It’s hard to criticize the film for exhibiting only a passing resemblance to its now-dated and unfunny source material.
This is the rote story of a sarcastic drunk who falls in love with a one-night stand and learns he has cirrhosis of the liver all in the same week.
This is a film that manages to say less about chaos theory than Jurassic Park.
The film is hauntingly hung up on how its heroine is suffocated not only by the people around her but by the spaces she inhabits.
Rules of Attraction is less a film than a queasy collection of vignettes that both mourn and mock teen anomie.
Quentin Tarantino’s second feature is at once ridiculously entertaining and remarkably weightless.
Sans Tarantino commentary track, this may not be the definitive edition of the film, but it certainly comes close.
The Simian Line makes you choke on its old-fashioned, spiritless dust.