NBC’s Hannibal ran for three seasons, but its concept called for at least twice as many.
Francis is imprisoned like most of us within a version of life produced by his mind.
Neil Marshall’s debut film is a competently mounted cult item with terrific werewolves and anonymous workmanlike action sequences.
Constantine’s title character comes off as too cool to be genuinely troubled, and the series similarly feels as if it’s putting on airs.
Whether you pay the gold price or the iron price, HBO’s top-notch box set of the show’s second season is well-worth the investment.
The extras are plentiful, enthusiastic, and, in the typical DVD tradition, mostly redundant.
Though seemingly content to be a B-movie director, Neil Marshall heads further into C-list territory with Centurion.
Its vision of humanity rewound to a feudal state of being is pulpy and smart, though the film is more likely to be remembered as the longest car commercial ever made.
Neil Marshall’s film thrives on the basis of chic, iconic imagery, juxtaposing eras new and old in a violent upheaval of social values.
Liongsgate’s plan to hose down Britain’s arid, post-Hammer horrorscape begins with the release of The Descent.