The film’s sexual undertones propel much of the drama, even some of the action scenes.
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The film gets a gorgeous new UHD presentation that you can really sink your teeth into.
Matrix Resurrections is the most personal, vision-driven blockbuster of its era, and Warner’s 4K disc maximizes its unorthodox beauty.
The cunning narrative arc of Lana Wachowski’s film is one of renewal in the face of rebooting.
If the SpongeBob franchise has finally gone on the run, it seems like it’s left the audience that matters most in the dust.
The film suggests that Bill and Ted’s dreams of stardom aren’t so stupid after all.
Pixar’s superfluous but characteristically touching epilogue for its flagship franchise gets an equally fond send-off on home video.
The film seamlessly interweaves fun escapades and earnest emotions, but it lacks the visual power of its predecessor.
The choreography is as brutal as you expect, but the repetition in style from the first two films makes the effect less surprising.
Replicas’s slippery grasp of just how much of its main character’s research is scientifically possible defines much of the narrative.
The way Destination Wedding uses misanthropy to augment screwball tropes ends up being its undoing.
The various twists are all easy to spot and do nothing to challenge what we first learn about the characters.
Writer-director Marti Noxon understands that the only truthful ending to this story is no ending.
In The Bad Batch, Ana Lily Amirpour reduces politically loaded signifiers to a battle of the cliques.
A worthy escalation of its predecessor’s sleek charm, John Wick: Chapter 2 is the finest action film since Mad Max: Fury Road.
The film remarkably balances its predecessor’s spartan characterizations and plotting with an expansion of scale.
Courtney Hunt’s film ultimately plays as little more than the cinematic equivalent of a trashy airport novel.
The film is a grab bag of visual punchlines and topical references capped with interchangeable music tracks.
The film is a coup in Bigelow’s early exploration of men’s love of themselves and one another.