Boyle’s addiction to the cinematic image is as unremitting as Renton’s love affair with the spike.
Get Duked! offers enough evidence to suggest that Ninian Doff may be a new comedic voice to look out for.
The film’s unoriginal solution to its mystery is redeemed by the streamlined ambiguity of Lee Cronin’s images.
Outlaw King rattles along at a bracing pace, but the assured bloodshed of the climax casts a weary shadow over the film’s middle section.
Anthony Bryne’s high-flown style only serves to highlight the film’s icky way of exploiting real-world tragedy for kicks.
Ben-Hur director Timur Bekmambetov offers nothing new to the cinematic lexicon of the chariot race.
Game of Thrones’s best season yet comes with a typically great transfer and enough extras to please devotees for days.
An unbearably stupid exercise in gore that deserves to die the same cruel, soulless death that nearly every character does at some point in the film.
The series feels like it has some firm footing and a newfound sense of certain direction that was lacking intermittently in the second season.
Whether you pay the gold price or the iron price, HBO’s top-notch box set of the show’s second season is well-worth the investment.
You can’t make a British horror film these days without straining to articulate class anxieties, and Citadel is no exception.
In Aneurin Barnard’s countenance, it ably locates fear as a consuming, internal plague from which escape, if possible, is arduous and painful.
With tonight’s episode, the writers of Game of Thrones continue the trend of organizing each episode of season two around a different theme.
The most exciting thing about the season-two premiere of Game of Thrones is its refreshing sense of focus.
The new season introduces an assortment of fresh environments, expertly visualized by the show’s tremendous production values and adept crew.
Time has been exceedingly kind to Boyle’s excellent breakthrough film and Lionsgate has done a great job preserving it on Blu-ray.
Mel Gibson’s first epic exercise in bloodletting remains the most hilariously sexed-up piece of pap to ever take home best picture.
The only thing missing here is the preview for Gibson’s next film: Dead Things I Beat with a Mace and Smear Across My Hairy Catholic Chest.
What’s the fun of being a seeker if you don’t actually get to do any seeking?
The features on this elaborate two-disc collection have been smartly divided into two categories to mirror the different worlds of the film.