Criterion outfits one of Cassavetes’s greatest and most daring films with a stunning transfer and updated supplements.
With this beautiful and lively transfer, Criterion brings Elaine May’s neglected masterpiece of male alienation back to pulsating life.
Twilight Time’s brings a crucial film in Cassavetes’s canon to high-definition.
Criterion’s beautiful assemblage of all things Killers-related remains a vital packaging of several flawed, intense, historically notable noirs.
Theater director Ivo van Hove has made a habit of breaching borders.
Cassavetes’s greatest film receives a loving transfer and meaty extras in one of Criterion’s essential releases of the year.
In an efficiently run universe, Criterion’s set would come with any film-school acceptance letter.
So long as there are men in power who are still fuzzy on the definition of rape, Rosemary’s Baby will endure as a cautionary tale.
This Shadows is exhilarating and deeply playful, a lively dance between art and reality.
Xan Cassavetes cops to nothing more significant than being more keen on Vampyros Lesbos than anyone else from her clan of famous cinephiles.
Twilight Time unleashes The Fury onto Blu-ray with a moderately successful upgrade in A/V quality and a paucity of extras.
So long as there are men in power who are still fuzzy on the definition of rape, Rosemary’s Baby will endure as a cautionary tale.
There are simply too many amazing films—thousands, really—that could occupy every slot on this list just as confidently as the ones that are here.
List-making is an exercise in futility, but as futile exercises go, it’s one of the best.
The tension between life and artifice, between being and playing, is blurred in Cindy Sherman’s work.
The film still simmers with the nascent emotion and turmoil that would come to mark the career of John Cassavetes.
Terence Davies’s films often run on multiple kinds of consciousness.
The gift my parents’ breakup gave me was that it made me a moviegoer.
Blue Underground rescues another solid and deserving B movie from the vaults.
There are more than a few middling films sandwiched between a couple of genuinely striking stories of postwar paranoia.