Part Coen brothers and part James L. Brooks, Alexander Payne makes comedies about serious stuff like abortion and midlife crises.
The stunning 1080p transfer makes a case for repeat viewings on its aesthetic heft alone.
Aki Kaurismäki’s latest is amusing and humane in good measure.
Over a quarter-century after the fact, the Coens haven’t made anything quite like Blood Simple, which receives a solid transfer on this Fox Blu-ray.
I’ve watched The Big Lebowski more times than I’ll ever be able to count. This is the best it’s ever looked and sounded.
It can be tricky to describe what distinguishes Louis C.K. from other stand-ups, even from those who specialize in observational, storytelling, confessional comedy.
So-so features can't dampen an otherwise prodigious presentation of the Coens' latest masterwork.
Junk Palace is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship well worth the small expense of time it takes to see it.
Once Nora Ephron ditches the whole social impetus of her remake, the movie settles in to a lovely rhythm.
The Mackendrick film’s plot and imagery both rely on the timely, English steam trains that always seem to be within earshot of the action.
Six. That’s the number of times the DGA winner has failed to win the Oscar. Advantage: Tom Hooper. Two thousand and three.
Jeff Bridges does meet the challenge, but he does so by kind of skirting around it.
Now, to be clear, Inception, which makes the juggled alternate realities of Back to the Future Part II seem complicated in comparison.
Cute may be what Darby was about, but cute is not what Mattie Ross is about, and she puts a big gash in the center of True Grit.
True Grit leans on colorful period dialogue and an illustrious cast to imbue its proceedings with significance.
As Mattie might say, in her almost biblical sense of wisdom, an eye for an eye, no pun intended.
Two Gentlemen of Lebowski frustratingly smirks at the concept of removing the Coens’ film from its context.
The film is notable for its aggressive miserablism, but also for its stellar photography, which this great transfer dutifully reveres.
I’m not sure how Mulholland Drive would look to me now that this decade is ending.
Are the Coens jokers who tread on despair, or tragedians with a penchant for death’s-head humor?