Criterion honors Cronenberg’s exhilaratingly cynical film with a bold new transfer that hints at previously unseen new emotional dimensions.
The British auteur dismembered crippling social stigmas by highlighting their torment, humanity, and resolve for change.
Mel Gibson’s first epic exercise in bloodletting remains the most hilariously sexed-up piece of pap to ever take home best picture.
The only thing missing here is the preview for Gibson’s next film: Dead Things I Beat with a Mace and Smear Across My Hairy Catholic Chest.