Inland Empire retains its low-res, subterranean power on Criterion’s Blu-ray release.
Hugh Jackman imbues The Son with a tragic power that makes even Florian Zeller’s most manipulative excesses easier to tolerate.
When the film isn’t suffocating itself with world-building, it’s wholly given over to corny fan service.
Criterion’s stacked single-disc release will hopefully elevate the film from a hidden gem to a crown jewel of ’80s youth films.
Chopra discusses the joys of reappraisal, and why she doubts John Hughes could believe in the universes he created on screen.
Throughout, Joyce Chopra patiently and shrewdly observes the contradictions of human behavior that Laura Dern brilliantly conveys.
Criterion’s release of Noah Baumbach’s latest is built to last.
One of the great mysteries of this year’s awards season is the ultimate fate of Jojo Rabbit.
Individual scenes are set to the rhythm of the young women’s conversations, which at times approach Gilmore Girls-level warp speed.
Throughout, the subtle glimpses of a couple’s lingering affection for one another complicate the bitterness of their separation.
Criterion offers what should prove to be a definitive transfer of a pivotal and still overwhelmingly intimate David Lynch film.
The series works best when it focuses on intimate, human moments rather than on broad social critiques.
Zwick uses a popular artistic mode to stake out a moral and political stance that, if not radical, is at least forceful.
It’s disappointing that so much of the film feels like mere tilling of the soil.
It’s the way the film’s humor specifically subverts its genre’s expected emotional valences that makes it so effective.
Shout! Factory outfits David Lynch’s worst film with a competent yet weirdly retro Blu-ray that squanders the possibilities of the medium.
The Last Jedi is largely content to further the themes and narrative strategies of J.J. Abrams’s predecessor.
The Criterion Collection honors the ghostly delicacy of a new classic of American loneliness.
Payne’s defenders might call his often acidic touch Swiftian, though it comes off more toothlessly noncommittal.
The finale invites us to inquire into our own motives for wanting to revisit the series.