Criterion’s latest multi-film box set is a loaded showcase for a great and lesser-known American maverick.
Vinegar Syndrome’s sterling disc will satisfy any cinephile who’s been awaiting the definitive restoration and release of this cult classic.
The cinema, as a form of popular culture has, more or less, always been a democratic medium, contingent on viewers showing up in support.
Jaws: The Revenge all-too-well articulates the emptiness of nostalgia for its own sake.
We the Party feels legitimately hip, and faithfully symptomatic.
Tied to a Chair mostly suffers from a sense of confusion that never reads like bona fide experimentalism, just aimlessness.
The meaning of its title is a mystery, but then, so are many things in Brooks Branch’s film.
Evoking a Baz Luhrmann musical by way of 1950s communist Russia, Hipsters stirred up lots of buzz at the festival.
The writers have acknowledged our new understanding of Patty as an enigma in order to tease us with what seems to be a process of humanization.
Even if it doesn’t quite sustain its spell for the full 99 minutes, it’s an infectious autumnal work brimming with wit and love of life.
“You Bled My Momma. You Bled My Poppa. But You Wont Bleed Me.” Words to live by.
Playing Melvin in the film, Mario taps into the madness that drove his father to re-politicize the way blacks were consumed on screen.
A flawed film about boxing’s greatest heavyweight gets a lightweight DVD treatment.
Michael Mann’s latest is a love-struck slow dance through the life of Muhammad Ali.