Kino’s release of Lubitsch’s bleakest film provides indispensable evidence of the great comic director’s astounding versatility.
Capra’s unlikely, uplifting paean to the pitfalls and pleasures of a simple, small-town existence remains a vital work.
Like Clarence the angel, this mostly recycled collector's set lacks wings.
It’s necessary to rescue the Frank Capra film from its status as an untouchable American “classic.”
The series runs from February 23—March 2.
The proscenium arch that marks the difference between theater and film doesn’t get obliterated in Cukor’s film.
Dinner at Eight is entitled to a more deluxe treatment.