Taika Waititi’s frivolous humor is but an extra kick while the film’s poor bastards are down.
Fincher applies his calculating approach in service of a straightforwardly entertaining film.
The film looks better than ever, though the lack of a new 4K transfer from the negative leaves open the possibility of a superior future release.
The film is an all-too-fitting whimper of a conclusion to a franchise that never remotely fulfilled its potential.
The Snowman is missing so much basic connective tissue as to be rendered almost completely inexplicable.
The only saving grace of the film’s mostly recycled horrors is how they deepen Michael Fassbender’s android David.
Terrence Malick’s Song to Song is about floating along on currents of uncertain desire and excitement.
This luminous and informative Blu-ray release should ensure at least some degree of collective reconsideration in the years to come.
The efforts of a slumming cast dwarfed by clichés and opportunistically scattershot class pity.
It ends up with blurry action that often looks digitally faked and a fractious plot that’s stuck over-explaining itself.
Derek Cianfrance’s film is a beautifully sustained study in adult themes of emotional crisis.
The issue with X-Men: Apocalypse is that Bryan Singer suggests so many possible directions to go in and still chooses the least interesting one.
Universal’s electric Blu-ray treatment for Steve Jobs could go mouse to mouse with any Hollywood studio disc from the past year.
Leonardo DiCaprio will win an Oscar because “being right” is the modus operandi of the average pundit’s investment in any given year’s Oscar race.
Throughout, director Justin Kurzel’s stagey pretensions clash with each of his aesthetic choices.
Danny Boyle’s film can’t help but land in the same hagiographizing place as nearly every single other Great Man biopic churned out by the studio powers that be.
Justin Kurzel’s Macbeth is most compelling when advancing its familiar plot through associative editing.
A pageantry of pseudo-art poses, a self-consciously cool reorientation of the western as silly symphony.
The film boldly raises the unanswerable question of whether it’s better for an artist to safely isolate his work or tweak it a bit so as to share it with the world.
Ultimately, the time-traveling conceit feels like a shameless ploy to further expand the franchise’s narrative universe.