Warner Bros. gives its greatest musical yet another substantial home-video upgrade.
We’re taking a look back at the song the Queen of Pop has perpetually made shiny and new.
Demy’s film, more than The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, elevates the banal vicissitudes of lives spent dreaming.
Check out the 15 films we’ve shortlisted for their unforgettable steps.
This monumental box set should give all those smitten with movie love glorious feelings and plenty of reasons to be happy again.
With The Artist, Michel Hazanavicius stretches a feather-light gimmick to feature-length.
Sony’s new Hayworth-centric box set runs the gamut of the pin-up queen’s charms and is well worth a look if only to see the newly restored Gilda.
Nothing revisionist, but this collection is a warm, pleasant reminder for fans and a good start for newbies.
While quite a few of the process and matte shots reveal the obvious seams, the print itself is clean and crystal clear.
Somewhere along the way, Xanadu got the exoneration never accorded its 1980 sisters in shame: Can’t Stop the Music and The Apple.
That’s Dancing! understands that dance on film is all about the sexy things the human body can do.
Its only crippling flaw is that it was made when Kim Carnes was around to rasp through the closing credits.
A fine disc of a strange film.
The Pirate lacks consistency, but it’s so off-beat and subterranean that it will always be of interest as a cult film.
A nice gift for Lucy McGillicuddy completists, but everyone else can skip this box set and wait for Dance, Girl, Dance to air on TCM.
Three outtake musical numbers are smartly photographed but quite expendable.
At least the dancing is good, and Minnelli’s restless camera gooses a plodding story into liveliness.
The film is more infamous for bringing Fox financially to its knees than for being the last major musical directed by Gene Kelly.
Hello, Dolly! is one big-assed bull in a china shop.