A gorgeous, perceptively supplemented restoration of a pivotal early masterwork in Leigh’s career.
If there’s injury done to Edgar Allan Poe’s reputation, it’s a glancing blow, quickly forgotten.
By the year 2027, Children of Men’s cult status will be more apparent than ozone.
It would be foolish to deny the supreme technical achievements of Children of Men.
Both flatulent and sporadically funny, DeVito’s Death to Smoochy will feel right at home next to those Barney DVDs.
Remember when it was cool to make fun of Barney and scream “whassup” when charging into a room?