The Red Riding Trilogy proves that HBO has no monopoly on quality small-screen drama.
Paul Greengrass’s latest plops on the screen with lots of hi-fi energy but, strangely, very little feeling.
Hot Fuzz is now in the running for the title of Mainstream DVD of the Year.
A tongue-in-cheek take on Hollywood action films, Hot Fuzz operates off a series of contrasts.
Dead Man’s Shoes is fearless for not adhering to any conventional notion of how sound should complement image.
Time and again, Ron Howard aggressively goes for the syrupy jugular rather than allowing his inherently poignant story to throw its own punches.
Paul Pavlikovsky’s follow-up to 2002’s Last Resort is also carefree and similarly anchored by the remarkable performances of its two leads.
At a certain point, the film is not merely bathing in its puddle of grotesquerie, but drowning in it.
Jim Sheridan’s film isn’t about what it means to live in America as much as it is about what it means to be human.
Every image in the film is so full of love that Jim Sheridan earns the right to lay on the fairy-tale gravitas thick.
The film is a light and playful look at the Manchester music scene.
On DVD, Winterbottom’s film is a cult favorite in-the-making.