Jewison’s sublime romantic comedy gets a handsome home-video package from Criterion.
Its clunky incidents of exposition leave us with no real understanding of what anyone is thinking or feeling.
Throughout 7 Chinese Brothers, Bob Byington’s sense of humor is familiar and facile.
Whatever spurred Twilight Time to commit Steel Magnolias to a 3,000-disc run, the results look generally pretty good.
It packs a wealth of caring and admiration for its subject without ever feeling sanctimonious, showy, or overly nostalgic.
Jon Kasdan’s ungainly film is, finally, only grounded in smarmy sensitive-guy fantasy.
Sarah Polley’s directorial debut is a low-key, mature, and sensitive study of Alzheimer’s and its ramifications.
Each of its stories is a hissy fit of heinous proportions, one progressively worse than the other.
The film exhibits no trace of the random, goofy humor found in Danny Leiner’s first two directorial efforts.
The audio is surprisingly lush, with Peter Falk’s farts resonating dynamically across the entire sound stage.
Paul Reiser is mad about Dad in The Thing About My Folks, an infuriatingly bad tale of father-son bonding.
One is almost tempted to entertain De Palma detractors’ arguments that his exploitation of Hitchcock tropes is nothing but a dead end.
Kristian Levring’s follow-up to The King Is Alive again exploits the device of strangers in a strange land.