Though the series is still bracingly audacious, season two too often opts for full-throated fan service.
Chucky walks a fascinating tonal tightrope as a funny, absurd series that engenders sympathy as well as shock.
In Alan Rudolph’s film, a sense of encroaching irrelevancy parallels the invisibility the characters feel.
This moody, under-seen, incredibly sexy romantic noir, a highpoint for its superb cast, receives a beautiful, appropriately reverent restoration.
Pixar’s overlooked gem arrives in a worthwhile collector’s edition bursting with features and exceptional A/V presentation.
It’s refreshing to experience a Pixar film in the theater with a head and heart full of nostalgia instead of expectations.
A typical film-only platter from Olive Films benefits from a sturdy transfer.
Its characters are ultimately too one-dimensional and their dialogue too theatrical to sustain an involving cinematic experience.
Stateliness begets inertia in Empire of Silver, a Chinese epic whose reserved tone and regal atmosphere is suffocating.
A stunning release of one of Pixar’s most sadly underappreciated works.
Throughout, everyone is framed in cramped compositions that suggest the influence of The Simpsons by way of Ulrich Seidl.
This two-disc set is sure to keep Gilliam’s few Tideland fans buzzing for some time.
Its out-there excessiveness eventually conveys not the resilience of youthful imaginations but, rather, the limits of unchecked auteurism.
Hell, I’ve seen better period detail on Oliver Beene.
Watching this unseemly-looking and self-obsessed film isn’t unlike being trapped in an abusive relationship.
With Seed of Chucky, Don Mancini finally admits his true love for camp and homage.
Now it’s time to say goodbye…Disney closes the doors to its animation studio with the beautifully drawn but lousy Home on the Range.
Who would have thought that BVHE would do right by The Haunted Mansion but not Kill Bill: Vol. 1?
Home on the Range gesticulates with the sluggish and unceremonious vibe of direct-to-video Disney or Saturday morning cartoons.
If The Haunted Mansion is remotely tolerable, that may have to do with Elf screenwriter David Berenbaum.