The film is held together by the intensity of its haunted-looking cast and the dour atmosphere.
The film is impressive for how it holds its protagonist’s view of the world separate from its own.
The film is a down-in-the-muck advert for an ultimately dewy-eyed vision of the silver screen.
Dog smuggles a nuanced inquiry of a social issue under the guise of popular entertainment.
Paramount’s UHD release renders the film’s sensory overload in its fullest expression.
The film was almost canceled for being too partisan, so it’s ironic to discover that it’s practically apolitical.
The film revives many noir touchstones, but never the throbbing unease that courses through the classics of the genre.
The episode’s emotional epicenter is Bobby Briggs, now white-haired and working as a deputy for the department.
It pulls back from the effectiveness of its macro view of hell on earth to focus narrowly on Mike Williams’s heroism.
Throughout the film, Nicolas Cage holds the screen with his distinct timing and expressive force of being.
If its copycat visual artistry illuminates nothing, at least its script is sincerely devoted to probing Finkel and Longo’s odd partnership.
Sensation aims to glide over where hollow, platitudinous words themselves fail in The Wolf of Wall Street.
Fox’s handsome, if close to barren, two-disc Blu-ray set is just what the vet ordered.
If you own the 2009 Blu-ray, and you’re happy with it, there’s no need to subsidize the present custodians of Miramax’s catalogue.
If the film paints in purely black-and-white shades, it at least spreads its bland censure around.
Mr. Woodcock knows lots of verbs that mean “having sex” but screws up virtually all opportunities for humor.
The Fountain is an acquired taste I don’t really care to acquire. The soundtrack, though, is a different story.
As early festival rumblings suggested and the final product confirms, you’re either with The Fountain or you’re against it.
Given the nature of the film, the image and audio is almost too good, but the film’s laughs still resonate through the spic-and-span treatment.
Kevin Smith goes all out in justifying this sequel’s existence by turning it into a paean to the virtues of not growing up.